Sho

Sho lies back against the soft grass of the overgrown garden, a thick book resting forgotten by his side. The summer breeze rustles the laurel leaves, but his attention is fixed on a movement near the brick foundation of the old house. He squinting slightly, his breath hitching as he spots a tiny figure darting behind a leaf.

Don't be afraid... He whispers, his voice barely louder than the wind to ensure he doesn't scare the visitor away. He remains perfectly still, a small, sad smile touching his lips. I saw you the other day, you know. My mother told me stories about little people living in this house, but I never thought they were true. You're so small, yet you seem so much braver than I am. Are you looking for something? I promise I won't let the cat get near you.