Whispers of a Former Life

Charity hadn’t left the shoe.  Not yet.  She was still too tired, too sore. Her limbs ached in ways she couldn’t explain, her muscles pulled tight across her bones like…

She blinked up at the ceiling of her overturned yoga shoe, the once-familiar fabric walls now her temporary fortress. Her limbs trembled as she shifted to sit upright again, but…

Charity lay still beneath the curve of her shoe, eyes open now, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the soft shadowed space. For the first time since she’d shrunk,…

The openness of the room pressed on Charity like a physical weight. Walls that once felt cozy now stretched too far, every shadow deepened, every still surface transformed into a…

Ahead of her loomed the ottoman.  Charity paused mid-step, tilting her head upward to comprehend its massive, square bulk. Its white surface, once soft and inviting, now rose like a…