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The goldfish floated belly-up in the bowl, an orange speck against the turquoise gravel. Sarah stared at it through her morning haze, another death in a year of small losses. Three...
The **vitamin** C tablets sat on her tongue like a prayer she'd stopped believing in—chemical promises of immunity in a body that still felt everything. Elena swallowed them dry, a...
The orange sun dipped below the skyline as Sarah sat on her balcony, the cable from her headphones dangling like a severed lifeline. Three weeks since David left, and she was still...
Maya pressed her **palm** against the cool glass of the window, watching rain streak down the outside. Her **iPhone** lay on the kitchen counter, screen dark, probably glowing with...
Three months after Sarah's funeral, I was still a zombie moving through the motions of a life that no longer felt like mine. I'd show up at work, nod at the right times during meet...
The papaya sat on her kitchen counter, a reminder of the lie she'd told him three mornings ago. 'I'll try it,' she'd said when he'd brought it over, his eyes bright with that parti...
Maggie stood on the balcony of the Cancún hotel room, her sweating **palm** pressing against the railing as she watched the sunset bleed into the ocean. Behind her, David was alrea...
The vitamin bottle sat on Elena's desk like an accusation. She'd started taking them three months ago, after the miscarriage, after Richard started coming home late smelling of hos...
Maya stood in the bathroom at 3 AM, staring at the amber **vitamin** D bottle on the counter. Marcus had bought it three months ago, back when they still made plans together—when t...
The orange had gone warm in the Moroccan sun, its segments sticky against Marcus's fingers as he sat by the infinity pool, staring at the iPhone that had dominated his existence fo...
The water had been creeping up the basement walls for weeks before Marcus finally admitted it. He stood in the doorway, shoulder leaning against the frame, watching her pack. "You...
Elena adjusted the brim of her black **hat**, pulling it low over her eyes. The funeral reception swirled around her in a haze of expensive cologne and false sympathy. Three months...