Smallara

Greg, like Cindy, had eaten his fill of the Little pellets, the chicken flavored texture still clinging to his tongue. He’d thought he’d never be able to finish the bowl…

Madison walked over to the counter where she had set her parents down, placing her hand flatly on the surface, palm up. Greg and Cindy exchanged a quick glance, both…

Greg and Cindy could do nothing but cling to Madison’s fingers as she carried them down the hallway toward the stairs. From Madison’s perspective, they were supposed to be grateful…