Such a Small Issue
Today began like any other day for Anna. She crawled out of her short bed. Then she dropped to the floor without making a sound. She walked the small distance from her bed to her bathroom door: a squat little thing with plenty of height to accommodate her. She picked up her tiny toothbrush, then she turned the small handles and the little faucet sprayed water. As she brushed her little teeth, she grew frustrated. It was the only type of growing she had been doing lately and this fact of irony did not escape her. She knew she was surrounded by diminutive versions of things because if they were the size her mother or her friends used, they would be out of her reach. But being constantly surrounded by small objects didn't make it any easier to forget how small you were yourself.
She returned to her room and stared out the window. Magnificent apple trees grew everywhere within her view. She took it as an insult that when they were planted they were smaller than she was and now, six years l
"Could you please state your name and occupation for the court." Nielsen said. He ran his fingers through his slicked-back hair and took a deep breath, preparing for the long day ahead.
"My name is William Henrow, but most people call me Willie." Willie waved to the group of three men in the front row, his coworkers. They all looked alike: faded brown suits with stains, greying hair, and giving Willie a thumbs-up. Willie was dressed the same, the cheap rental suits were all he and his coworkers could afford on their salaries. When he returned the gesture to his friends, Nielsen coughed.
"And your occupation, as well, Mr. Henrow?" Nielsen sighed, and fought back the urge to turn and look at his counsel. A team of other lawyers sat at his bench, but they were only there as a show of force; Nielsen was the main event. And it wouldn't do for him to look at them for help, not that they could offer it anyways.
"I'm a looker." Willie winked at the cameras. The TV audience would think he was r