Macro/Micro Coexistence 2 - Exposure Therapy
Miss Bethany Roberts was a little too small for me to easily see her eyes, but I knew where she was looking anyway. She stood on my desk, fussing at the hem of her shirt. She was a canine, like me, a tiny little russet-colored thing – relative to...
Macro/Micro Coexistence 1 - The Small Questions
Blue stretched across the vast expanse of the sky above, and blue stretched over the ocean water, dipping past the horizon where it met the sky. Blue also covered the nigh-infinite shark that approached. I saw him long, long before he saw me…. Though...