Smallara

Madison stayed in the desk chair for another minute or two, feet still propped up in front of them, absently scrolling through Shard while Greg and Cindy kept working.    The room…

“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…