Smallara

Dayton and Mr. Myers walked back into the store together and got hit with the usual LittleMart atmosphere all at once: bright boutique lighting, the clean sting of sanitizer, and that quiet,…

as a note im work shopping mr. myers. So you'll see him look differently for a bit as a settle into a final look as originally I didnt plan on…

The SUV’s back door thunked open, and the cold hit them like a wet towel.  Nicole swung her legs out first, slower than usual, like her knees were negotiating with…

The backseat smelled like citrus air freshener and the faint, stubborn ghost of someone’s fries from last week. The SUV idled at the curb for a beat, engine vibrating through…

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…