White Tiles

The sound of a slight scuffle across the bathroom floor brought  Cathy’s purple Converse to Elise’s attention, which now were waiting for her outside the stall door. She sat, perfectly silent and still, as if that would help anything.

When I Grow Up

Sam shot a look at her from his spot on the carpet next to what was quickly becoming a mini demolition derby. Elsie clapped a hand over her mouth guiltily. “Sorry. No more questions, I promise.” She set the paper down carefully and then looked back at Sam. “Can I color?”