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The Great Sphinx of Giza stared at Mara with its broken face, indifferent to her trembling hands. She'd come to Egypt to escape—mostly from Richard, but also from the hollow ache i...
The storm broke while I was waist-deep in the infinity pool, watching the glass walls of the resort shatter with light. Lightning spiderwebbed across the sky, and I thought: this i...
The pool had gone that peculiar shade of turquoise that only abandoned things achieve—halfway between decay and nostalgia. Elena stood at the edge, clutching her wide-brimmed hat l...
Elena pressed her forehead against the cold windowpane, watching the cable sway rhythmically in the autumn wind. That frayed line connecting their building to the internet pole had...
Margot stood before the bathroom mirror, tweezers hovering over her chin. Another white hair—her third this week. At forty-two, she'd expected some changes, but this felt like a be...
The first thing Mara noticed when she returned to the pool was the smell. Chlorine and decay, like something preserved but not quite alive. She hadn't been swimming since the funer...
Marcus sat at the hotel bar, nursing a scotch that had gone warm, watching the baseball game flicker soundlessly on the television above the bottles. Some player he didn't know swu...
The bull had been staring at her for twenty minutes. Sarah shifted on the wooden fence, her iPhone buzzing against her thigh—another Slack notification, another crisis that wasn't...
The pool at the Cairo Marriott was empty, save for a single leaf drifting across the turquoise surface like a dark thought. Elena stood at the edge, her robe open to the desert hea...
The hotel pool was empty at midnight, the water still and dark as obsidian. Elena sat on its edge, legs submerged to the calves, nursing a gin and tonic she'd stolen from the aband...
Elara traced the lines of her left palm beneath the poolside umbrella, something she hadn't done since she was twelve and her grandmother taught her the art of cheiromancy. The lif...
Elena sat at her kitchen table, counting out her daily vitamins - D3 for the bone-deep fatigue of thirty-five, B-complex for the corporate grind that had somehow become her entire ...