Smallara

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…

Ezra stayed still and quiet as Dayton worked, because being noticed in this room had become a kind of danger.  Not the dramatic kind. Not the kind that came with…

Dayton walked into the Computer Arts room with Ezra in her hand like it was the most normal thing in the world.  Not hidden. Not paraded. Just… held. Her palm cupped, thumb…