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The funeral had been three days ago, but Maya was still running. Running through the neighborhood at 5 AM, running from the grief that waited in her apartment, running toward somet...
The community pool was empty at 3 AM, save for Mark and the phosphorescent blue glow of his iphone on the concrete deck. Forty-two years old and he was still scrolling through phot...
The coaxial **cable** dangling from the hotel room wall had been severed clean through, leaving me staring at a television screen that couldn't decide between gray and darker gray....
Sarah hadn't meant to become a zombie. It happened gradually—spreadsheets multiplying like cancer cells, meetings about meetings, the fluorescent lights humming their eternal elec...
Marcus stood before the bathroom mirror, examining his thinning hair with the clinical detachment of a man cataloging his own decay. At forty-seven, the retreat of his hairline fel...
Sarah stood before the executive pyramid, her heart hammering like a trapped bird. Thirty-two years climbing this corporate ziggurat, and here she was—a fox at the hen door, finall...
Elena sat across from Marcus in the sleek corporate cafeteria, her fingers nervously peeling the papaya she'd brought from home. The tropical sweetness felt wrong here, among the g...
The rain started in the seventh inning, a sudden downpour that sent most of the crowd scattering toward the exits. Elias stayed put, cheap beer warming in his hand as he watched th...
The papaya sat on his desk like an accusation, its mottled yellow-orange skin ripening faster than their marriage. Elena had brought it home three days ago, excited about this exot...
The hat sat on the passenger seat of my car for three weeks after the funeral. A faded blue baseball cap, stained at the brim from where he'd constantly adjust it while thinking. I...
Margaret sat at the edge of the infinity pool, her legs submerged in the chlorinated blue. Below, the lights of Cabo San Lucas twinkled like fallen stars, the ocean a darkness deep...
Elena had been running for forty-three minutes when she finally stopped, her breath ragged in the predawn darkness. At forty-two, she'd fled her marriage, her career as a corporate...