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Marcus sat alone at his kitchen counter, the plastic container of wilted **spinach** mocking him. Forty-two years old and this was what his life had distilled to: pre-packaged sala...
The glass wall of the CEO's office looked out over the city like the edge of a precipice. Marcus stood before it, watching **lightning** fracture the slate-gray sky, each flash ill...
The iPhone vibrated against the nightstand at 2:47 AM — a time that never brought good news. Sarah's hand moved before her mind caught up, thumb swiping across the screen out of mu...
The coaxial cable had been dangling from the wall for three months before Elena finally called someone to fix it. Not that she'd been watching much television since Marcus left. Th...
Marco stood on the balcony of his fortieth-floor apartment, nursing a glass of cheap scotch and watching the Los Angeles sky bleed **orange** as another sunset died behind the smog...
The papaya sat on Elena's desk like an accusation—bright, exotic, completely out of place among the gray corporate landscape. Her sister had sent it from Costa Rica, along with a n...
The fox had been dead three weeks when Eleanor brought it to me. Something about the eyes—she wanted them to stay open, staring. 'He was watching me,' she said, and I knew she wasn...
The pool at the Sandoval Resort was empty, save for a single fallen frond from one of the palm trees that lined the perimeter. Elena sat on the lanai with her third gin and tonic, ...
The padel court echoed with the rhythmic thwack of graphite against ball, a sound that had once been their morning meditation, their shared language before coffee. Now Elena stood ...
The hotel pool was empty at 2 AM, which was exactly why Elena had chosen it. She'd learned early in her affair with married men that the late hours were the only ones that truly be...
Elena stood in the doorway of what used to be their kitchen, watching him pack. The morning light caught the brim of his favorite fedora, that ridiculous **hat** he'd worn to their...
The fox appeared at dusk, just as Marcus was leaving the ballpark. He'd been sitting in the stands for an hour, replaying last season's knee injury, the way his hamstring had snapp...