“For it was the brutal nature of man to destroy what it cannot understand.”
“For it was the brutal nature of man to destroy what it cannot understand.”The foreboding black spring storm clouds broke open just as Helen pulled her recently gifted car into the driveway. The times she had ignored Fiona reminding her to keep an umbrella in the car flashed with the lightning strikes. She swung open the car door and stepped out into the rain in no hurry to stay dry, a symbolic gesture to cleanse herself of the dirty business she had just concluded. By the time she made it up to her bedroom she was struggling to remove her wet clothes as if they were on fire. The skirt stuck to her legs as she tugged it down. The too tight shirt clung trying to graft on and become a permanent part of her, a makeov
