Smallara

Evan’s fingers continued idly stroking Charity’s hair as the conversation turned from dreaming to design.  Brooklyn pulled a notebook from her bag, flipping to a blank page and clicking her…

A couple days had passed when Evan, Madison and Brooklyn walked into Evan’s room slinging their bags onto the floor before plopping down themselves to relax. Charity turned her head hearing just the end of…

The quiet was a strange companion.  Evan’s room sat in soft, suburban stillness, light pouring through the window in muted gold, the ceiling fan humming gently above, stirring the faint scent of…

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…