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Maya's palm sweated against the cool glass of her iPhone as she sat in her car outside the funeral home. Rain blurred the streetlights into smeared tears against the windshield. In...
Maria adjusted the invisible cable behind her ear, the neural link humming with barely-perceptible vibrations. Her iPhone lay discarded on the hotel bed, its screen cracked from la...
I sit alone at 3 AM, nursing a glass of cheap orange juice in the harsh light of the refrigerator door. The goldfish bowl on the counter catches the glow, its solitary inhabitant s...
The goldfish had been dead for three days before anyone noticed. That was the thing about the office aquarium — it was decorative, functional, entirely ignored. Like most of us he...
The hat sat on the kitchen counter where she'd left it three months ago—a felt cloche she'd worn to their daughter's wedding. Arthur picked it up, the brim still holding the faint ...
Mara sat across from the woman who'd been sleeping with her husband for six months. The **palm** of her own hand tingled where she'd gripped her wineglass too tightly. "You have a...
Elena stood at the kitchen counter, her knife rhythmic against the cutting board. Chop, chop, chop. The spinach released its sharp, grassy scent as she worked, bitter and earthy—ev...
Elias had been running the apartment complex's pool for seven years when Vera appeared, her chemotherapy-ravaged body swallowed by a one-piece that had seen better decades. She was...
Mara stood at the kitchen counter, staring at the wilted spinach in her colander. Forty-two years old and still trying to convince herself that she liked things she actually hated—...
Maya found the fox in the corporate campus parking lot at 11 PM, its russet coat glowing under the sickly orange of the security lights. They stared at each other—her with her pres...
The papaya sat untouched on the white ceramic plate, its orange flesh glistening like a fresh wound. Elena sat alone at the resort restaurant, watching through the floor-to-ceiling...
The pool at the Cancun resort was a perfect turquoise rectangle, surrounded by lounge chairs occupied by the walking dead of our marketing department. I sat at the pool bar, nursin...