Smallara

“Greg,” Cindy said, as sternly as she could without drawing Madison’s attention from the bed, “you seem to be forgetting that while you’re off galivanting around with your favorite daughter…

Greg scrubbed Madison’s sneaker with proper cleaner this time, the chemical smell of it sharp in the air as he worked the cloth into the canvas with both hands. Beside…

As Greg approached the shoe, its size became a fresh, humiliating reminder of just how small four inches really was.  He had been near shoes before at this size. More…

Greg had seen this view before.  He had been on the floor of Madison’s room before, had stood at this level among the giant casual debris of her life and…

Greg took matters into his own hands.  Across Madison’s desk, near the back corner by her monitor, a power cord hung in a long dark line toward the floor. He…

Greg heard it before he understood what it was.  At first it came to him as nothing more than a low, shifting vibration under his feet, something absorbed by the floorboards and…