Madison’s World

Madison’s hand rose higher and higher, lifting Greg until he was level with her chest. The movement was smooth, effortless for her, but Greg felt each shift, each second of…

“I’m going to take my shower. I feel gross,” McKenzie said, gathering a few things before turning to Greg. “You can stay here in my room. I’ll let you have…

* somehow missed uploading the image with this one. Will correct when i get home. "Are you finished eating, Dad?" McKenzie asked, her voice soft as she leaned down, gently…

Greg felt a strange sense of safety in McKenzie’s hand, a warmth that seemed to radiate from her palm, seeping into his cold, shrunken body. He nestled into her grasp,…

Cindy silently picked up the scattered bits of fried rice, her fingers small and shaky as she placed them back on Madison’s plate. The fried rice, even cold, smelled heavenly.…

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…