India Drummond
[This is for the Writing Adventure Group topic "Ripples".]
His words were barbed wire, shot out of his mouth at terrifying speed, aimed where I was softest.
I saw his profile on Facebook the other day. I’m not sure why I looked. Perverse curiousity? I don’t love him anymore. I don’t think about him unless something reminds me. But still I looked. I found his dad’s name first, then...