It burned hot in me, pushing aside the grief. It vaporized all the civilized, cultured or sympathetic parts that had remained after the fire. The hatred ignited vengeance and gave me the justification to be inhuman. I knew it, I saw it, but I didn’t even try to hold on to my humanity. If I let my...
Her skirt billowed, then wrapped around her as she tumbled. I watched her through the viewfinder, an unnaturally pink anomaly in sharp focus against the grey background of the bridge. I'd never be able to look at that color again without feeling the horror of seeing a woman plunging from the Fore...