Smallara

When Madison finished helping Cindy into the rest of the lounge wear, Cindy stood very still on the bedspread and tried not to look down at herself.  That, of course, made looking…

Cindy felt the gentle sway of Madison’s hand as she was carried back up the stairs.  Each step moved through her body in a small, controlled rhythm. Madison’s fingers were…

“It’s taken you longer, Mom,” Madison said, “but you’re doing so much better.”  Cindy stayed still on Madison’s chest, her body still softened by the pets, her mind still reeling from the…

Cindy did not want to ask.  She hated that she was going to ask. Hated that the thought had been circling her mind for weeks in different shapes, waiting for…