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Elena traced the lifeline on Julian's palm, her finger lingering on the point where it supposedly revealed his future. She'd learned the art of palm reading from her grandmother in...
The Monday morning subway ride, and Marcus felt himself becoming a **zombie**—not the flesh-eating kind, but the corporate variety, the sort that shuffles through cubicles with eye...
The hospital waiting room smelled of antiseptic and papaya—someone had cut open the exotic fruit two rooms down, the scent somehow penetrating everywhere. Marcus sat with his iPhon...
You never really know what you're capable of bearing until everything you've built starts to crack. Sarah stood at the edge of the deck, her hands wrapped around a sweating glass o...
Elizabeth stood at the edge of the infinity pool, the water perfectly still despite the tropical breeze. Below, the ocean stretched endlessly, a darker mirror to the artificial tur...
The pool glowed with that artificial turquoise brilliance that only exists at expensive hotels. Mara sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, watching the ripples distort her r...
The goldfish had been floating sideways for three days before Elena finally accepted it wasn't going to recover. She buried it in a margarine tub behind the apartment complex, next...
The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows had been threatening rupture all afternoon, a bruised purple mass that made the office feel submarine. Elena pressed her forehead again...
Elena found the hat in the back of his closet six months after the funeral—a crushed velvet fedora she'd never seen him wear. Dust coated the brim like accumulated time. She should...
The goldfish had outlived them all. Marcus stared into the bowl on the counter, watching the orange comet drift through its murky kingdom, oblivious to the fact that it had been th...
Marcus drove us to the club in silence, the Tesla humming through streets that had become unfamiliar in the three months since I'd last been outside the office zone. The corporate ...
The iphone lit up on the nightstand again — Elena's third missed call in an hour. Marcus watched the screen fade to black, the familiar weight in his chest settling deeper than the...