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At 3:47 AM, Maya found herself swimming laps at the 24-hour gym, the only place she could still feel something resembling alive. The water was cold enough to shock her skin, a brie...
The pool was nearly empty at 7 AM, just me and the elderly man who swam laps with agonizing slowness, his back permanently bent. I'd started swimming again after the miscarriage, s...
She hadn't meant to keep the goldfish after Marcus left. It was supposed to be temporary—a week, maybe two, until he came back for his things. But three months later, the fish was ...
Elena sat in the darkened living room, the only illumination from the storm outside. The lightning flashed across the sky in jagged veins, briefly revealing her tired face in the w...
The goldfish had outlasted them all. Marcus stood in the center of their—or rather, her—apartment, watching the orange beast swim lazy circles in its bowl. Three years they'd had ...
The corporate pyramid loomed over the patio where we played padel every Thursday evening. Marcus, forty-five and recently divorced, slammed the ball against the glass wall with the...
The vitamin bottle sat on his nightstand, a monument to optimism he'd stopped believing in three months ago. Arthur swallowed one anyway — the placebo effect was all he had left si...
Marcus stared at the orange pill on his nightstand—a vitamin D supplement his doctor insisted he take. At forty-two, he'd apparently become deficient in everything: sunlight, joy, ...
Elena sat on the edge of the bathtub, tweezers in hand, plucking a coarse black hair from her shoulder blade. Forty-three years old and suddenly she looked like her mother — silver...
The water from the cooler tasted metallic, like everything else in this godforsaken summer. Marcus stood across the net, his racquet dangling from his grip like a dead thing. We us...
Sarah stood at the edge of the pool, her gray hair plastered to her skull like wet silk. At forty-seven, she'd stopped dyeing it months ago—her first act of rebellion against a mar...
Elena stared at the tangled mess of cables behind her desk, each wire a lifeline she'd rather sever. At 47, she'd climbed the corporate pyramid for two decades, only to find hersel...