The Devoted One
The brick felt as heavy and hard and cold as the broken heart in the Devoted One’s chest.
Perfect.
Launching it into the air provided a sense of power and control the Devoted One hadn’t felt in a long time.
CRASH!
The back window of the house exploded into a dozen shards that tinkled as they fell to the concrete patio and the wood floor inside. Safety glass, my ass.
The brick might just be a rectangle of baked clay, but it would send a clear message. We’re not over.