Dayton

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…

Dayton pressed her hand flat to the cafeteria table, fingers splayed in quiet expectation, like she was setting down a rule instead of a palm.  Her gaze dropped to the tiny figure pacing the…

Ezra J. Harris wanted to scream.  He wanted to yell so hard it punched through the polished cafeteria windows, splintered glass across the courtyard, and ricocheted down the halls of Roosevelt Middle…

The dish clinked faintly against the tabletop as Ezra lowered his face to the water.  Cool, filtered, faintly plastic. Underneath it, that stubborn, clean chemical tang clung to everything in the cafeteria,…

Ezra ate the pellets. He hated how he could feel himself getting full. How his grumbling stomach eased. How maybe Dayton was right. The more he ate the more it felt like he had more energy. He wasn’t as…

Dayton finished her iced tea setting the bottle down, and then finally did the thing Ezra had been dreading and needing at the same time.  She unclipped the tiny green and clear bowl…