Demolition Before the Bloom

turned away from him.

One by one, the crowd shifted.

They looked at the sky. They looked at their shoes. They looked anywhere but at him.

They were doing exactly what they had done to me.

They were averting their eyes.

They were backing away.

They were protecting themselves.

No one stepped forward to help him.

No one offered him a hand.

He was entirely, completely continue reading …