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Elena pressed her **palm** against the cold glass of her office window, twenty-three floors above the city. Below, the morning rush hour painted the streets in streaks of red and w...
The coaxial cable lay behind the entertainment center like a dead snake, gathering dust since Mia moved out three months ago. I'd been meaning to call the cable company, disconnect...
Marcus sat across from Elena at the bistro where they'd first kissed seven years ago, before the startup, before the IPO, before he'd become whatever version of himself currently i...
The hotel pool was empty at 3 AM, which was exactly why Elena had chosen this hour. She sat on the deck, legs dangling in the water, clutching her husband's old fedora like some ab...
The HDMI cable lay coiled between them like a dead snake, a physical manifestation of everything they'd stopped saying. Elena stared at it from the hotel bed, watching the way the ...
Maya sat on the fire escape, smoking her seventh cigarette of the night, watching the cable guy from two floors down wrestle with a tangle of black wires that snaked through the al...
Marcus stared at the vitamin bottle on the counter—biotin, something for hair that was already gone, something else for joints that still worked. He downed three without water, the...
The sweat matted Elena's hair against her neck as she slammed the padel racket into the ball, a sharp crack echoing off the enclosed court. Her daughter's golden retriever, Buster,...
The iPhone lay on the nightstand, its screen lighting up every few minutes with emails Mark should have answered three days ago. He watched it from where he sat on the edge of the ...
The lightning flashed across the windows of the penthouse, illuminating her profile as she stared at the padel court below. They'd met there three years ago, both sweating and aliv...
The goldfish had survived three months, which was three months longer than her marriage. Lena watched it circle the bowl on her kitchen counter, its orange scales catching the morn...
The goldfish had been dead for three days before Maya noticed. That was the problem with working corporate espionage for a pharmaceutical giant — you stopped seeing the living thi...