Smallara

The stairs beneath Dayton's feet created a rhythmic percussion as she climbed, soft thuds muffled by thick carpet, each step carrying them higher into the private sanctuary of the Harris household.…

The credits rolled in silence, white names sliding up a black screen like ghosts trying to leave the room politely.  Dayton clicked the remote again, decisively, and the TV went…

The world rocked with every step Dayton took.  Inside the hoodie pocket, Ezra wasn’t walking through a house. He was being carried through it like freight. Cotton walls flexed around…

The final bell hit the building like a starting gun.  At full size, it was just noise. A daily punctuation mark. At four inches, it was a physical event. The…

Mrs. Darquartz adjusted the cuff of her cardigan as she drifted between rows, the knit catching lightly against her wrist. The room was in its familiar rhythm: laptop fans whispering, keys tapping…