norman

fading in he picked the child from glass speckled mulch looked for slivers he gently brushed her as she gazed down on him with serenity he'd seen in di vinci paintings as he found a glass splinter in his pointer starting to pimple red humanity the little girl winched and then laughed as he gaily raised her to a woman probably her mother rushing bull faced snarling she snatch her as he faded wounded