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Mara sat at the kitchen table, the storm outside pressing against the windows like a memory trying to break in. On the table sat a single orange, its bright skin discordant against...
Maya sat on the edge of her sister's pool at 3 AM, bare feet dangling in the **water** that smelled faintly of chlorine and unanswered questions. The divorce papers were on the kit...
Marcus stared at the coaxial cable dangling from his wall like a dead snake, his apartment suddenly silent after the service was cut off—another overdue bill he'd ignored while wor...
The papaya sat untouched on the bedside table, its orange flesh weeping onto the coaster. Elena hadn't touched it since room service delivered it three hours ago. She lay on the ho...
The resort's infinity pool blurred into the Pacific, its surface perfectly still. Elena pressed her palm against the cool glass of their suite's window, watching Julio run along th...
The spinach salad had been a mistake. Maya watched from across the table as Rebecca laughed at something David said, her teeth bright and perfect, no green remnants clinging to the...
She stared at the vitamin on the kitchen counter — the sleek white pill that promised to fix what was broken inside. Divorce papers sat beside it, equally stark, equally insufficie...
Mark stood at the edge of the pool, nursing a warm beer while his sister's golden retriever paddled past him like an oversized rat. The dog shook itself vigorously, spraying water ...
Marcus's hair had started silvering at the temples when he announced he was leaving. We were standing in the kitchen, rain drumming against the windows like nervous fingers. I watc...
The pool sat still in the backyard, a turquoise wound in the landscape. Elena stood at its edge, clutching the bottle of vitamin D pills her doctor insisted she take. Post-divorce,...
The hotel pool was empty at 3 AM, the water still as glass, reflecting palm trees that looked like they'd given up on trying to be tropical. Elena sat on the edge, legs dangling in...
The vitamin bottle sat on her nightstand, a daily reminder of everything she'd become disciplined about since turning forty. Elena stared at it while he slept beside her, his breat...