Smallara

The openness of the room pressed on Charity like a physical weight. Walls that once felt cozy now stretched too far, every shadow deepened, every still surface transformed into a…

Ahead of her loomed the ottoman.  Charity paused mid-step, tilting her head upward to comprehend its massive, square bulk. Its white surface, once soft and inviting, now rose like a…

Charity sat in the shadow of the desk chair, her legs tucked beneath her, arms wrapped around herself for warmth and reassurance. The nightmare had shaken her more than she…

Charity finally reached the underside of the desk chair.  It towered over her like a modern sculpture wrought from black plastic and polished chrome. The five thick legs jutted outward…

Charity looked up at the underside of her desk.  What had once been a familiar piece of furniture, wood grained and scuffed from years of careless elbows, now loomed above…