Demolition Before the Bloom

with every heartbeat.

The blood on my forehead had started to dry, pulling the skin tight.

I held Maya’s hand in my left.

I held Leo’s hand in my right.

We walked toward the glass patio doors.

The clubhouse was eerily quiet now.

The cheerful pop music from the DJ booth had stopped.

The low, aggressive rumble of heavy engines was the only sound left.

It vibrated continue reading …