Demolition Before the Bloom

the cool, air-conditioned cabin.

Eleanor sat in the seat across from us. She gently tapped her walking stick twice on the floorboard.

The heavy door slammed shut.

The tinted windows sealed us in absolute, perfect silence.

Outside, I could faintly see Richard holding up his hands, begging someone, anyone, to help him pick up his scattered legal papers.

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