Demolition Before the Bloom

alone.

Eleanor didn’t smile. She didn’t gloat.

She just lowered her walking stick.

She turned her back on the ruined man sobbing in the dirt.

She looked at me.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

I didn’t let go of my children.

I held Leo’s hand tightly. I kept my arm wrapped around Maya’s shoulders.

We walked past Richard.

I didn’t look down at him.

I continue reading …