Confess. Snap. Repair.
“To create dangerously is creating a revolt against silence.”
It strikes him that this woman in the kitchen barely resembles Ma. Too small, too frail. Almost harmless.
Then she realized what she had seen was not teeth. Instead, a silver sword sliced through the demon, cleaving it into pieces.
But this isn’t about snow. Or working in froyo hell. Or how or why I lost my job. This is about how I well and truly hit ROCK BOTTOM.