Smallara

The enclosure wasn’t a cage.  That was what Dayton had called it when she’d shown it to him earlier, like she was unveiling a new phone. Bright-eyed. Proud. Clinical in the way only a…

Dayton came back into her room and the door clicked shut behind her with the soft finality of a rule.  For a second she just stood there, hand still on…

The hum of the room was different from any classroom, any apartment, any space he'd ever known. It wasn't the institutional buzz of fluorescent lights or the distant rumble of…

The stairs beneath Dayton's feet created a rhythmic percussion as she climbed, soft thuds muffled by thick carpet, each step carrying them higher into the private sanctuary of the Harris household.…

The credits rolled in silence, white names sliding up a black screen like ghosts trying to leave the room politely.  Dayton clicked the remote again, decisively, and the TV went…

The world rocked with every step Dayton took.  Inside the hoodie pocket, Ezra wasn’t walking through a house. He was being carried through it like freight. Cotton walls flexed around…