Smallara

Tuesday started out pretending to be normal.  Dayton stood at her locker, spinning the dial with numb fingers, the hallway buzzing around her. The air smelled like floor cleaner and too many…

It was Monday morning and the city felt like it had been refrigerated overnight.  Dayton stepped out of her home into air that bit the inside of her nose, her breath fogging faint and ghostly in…

just a note. I will be traveling for the thanksgiving holiday in the u.s. so this will be the final update this week as I will be traveling to visit…

The house was still.  It was the kind of stillness that only settled after the weight of day had bled out—after the dishwasher hummed to silence, after the last notification…

The paper was too white. It glared up at her like an accusation.  Dayton sat at her desk, the wood still dented where she’d pressed her Guardian certification manual for hours every night last…

The living room lights glowed soft and golden against the late twilight filtering through the blinds, casting long, clean stripes across the hardwood floor. The news played at a low…