Van

Nearly twenty years ago

Red. Scarlet. Crimson. Fiery.

Associated with heat.

The color of blood.

The color of rage.

The ruby hue colored my vision as I rode the elevator into the sky, the damn thing moving too slowly. My teeth clenched and my jaw tightened as I watched the numbers above the door change, one by one. At my sides, my fingers balled into fists and biceps bulged, itching to make contact, to feel destruction as ...