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The storm started in the third inning. Ellen sat on the far end of the sofa, legs tucked beneath her, staring at the television with that terrifying stillness she'd developed over ...
Marcus stood in the empty living room, the only sound the rhythmic thump of his aging dog's tail against the hardwood. Barnaby, a golden retriever mix with a graying muzzle, had be...
The storm broke just as Miller found the old baseball card in his father's study. Lightning fractured the sky outside, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air—same dust that...
The **water** had been rising for three days when Elena's car died on the shoulder of Route 9. She'd been driving away from her husband—the second mistake in three years—when the e...
Marcus sat by the hotel pool at sunset, nursing whiskey he'd overpaid for at the bar. His iPhone lay face-down on the table, screen lighting up every few minutes with texts he coul...
Elias sat in his cubicle, fifty-two years old and suddenly aware of the corporate pyramid above his head—each level a smaller group of people who mattered more, and he was somewher...
Elena had been moving like a zombie for three months since David left, but tonight felt different. The apartment was too quiet, the only sound the gentle hum of the refrigerator an...
The third-floor hallway of the Miller apartment complex smelled like boiled cabbage and something sweet — marijuana, probably. Carlos adjusted his tool belt, feeling like a corpora...
The corporate retreat was Julia's idea of hell. An Egyptian-themed resort in the middle of Nevada, complete with a faux pyramid that housed the conference rooms and a pool shaped l...
Margaret stood by the edge of the hotel pool, nursing her fourth vitamin cocktail of the evening—a neon concoction the bartender had promised would cure whatever existential malady...
Elena sat at her desk at 11:47 PM, the fluorescent hum of the office the only sound besides her fork scraping against the side of the bowl. The papaya she'd cut that morning had so...
The fluorescent lights of the oncology ward hummed at a frequency that made Elena's teeth ache. She sat on the edge of her bed, arranging her daily pills into small pyramids on the...