Smallara

It started as a faint, rhythmic thump, so soft she thought she imagined it. A low pulse, like distant thunder rolling beneath the carpet fibers. Charity froze mid-stroke, one hand…

A few months had passed since the stream. Charity found herself alone again in Evan’s room, curled up on the soft fleece pillow inside her meticulously polished habitat. She picked…

Charity lay curled in Evan’s lap, her limbs tucked close as she felt the rhythmic rise and fall of the thigh beneath her. The soft stroking of Evan’s fingers along…

The morning crept in, not with sunlight, but with the gentle buzz of Evan’s alarm vibrating across her nightstand. A muffled pop song pulsed from her phone as she stirred…

The days bled together.  What had begun as a blur of uncertainty slowly stretched and settled into something resembling a rhythm. Not quite normal, but steady. Predictable. Familiar enough to…

Charity wasn’t sure when she woke up.  There was no clock in the habitat. No rising or setting sun to track, no ambient shift in natural light to anchor her.…