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Marcus sat at the corner table, nursing his third scotch, watching the condensation weep down the glass like it was the only honest thing in the room. The bar was empty except for ...
Elena sat in the plastic bleachers, the baseball diamond stretched before her like an empty stage. Minor league stadium, Tuesday night, the crowd sparse enough that she could hear ...
Elena's fedora lay overturned on the conference table like a dead animal. She hadn't worn the hat in years, not since David left, but something about tonight's deadline made her re...
Maya's hair had started silvering at the temples, though she was only thirty-four. Each morning, she watched herself in the bathroom mirror, pulling back the strands that had once ...
You know you've been working too many eighty-hour weeks when you start recognizing the other people on the 6:15 AM train. Not recognizing them like, oh hey, I've seen you before. R...
The hotel pool was empty at 2 AM, which was exactly why Elena had chosen it. She'd slipped away from the merger celebration three floors above, her silk dress now discarded for the...
The corporate pyramid loomed outside her window, glass and steel catching the last orange light of sunset. Sarah pressed her forehead against the cold pane, thirty-two floors up, r...
Marcus stood on the balcony of his penthouse, the **lightning** splitting the sky above Chicago's skyline like cracks in a porcelain plate. Three years ago, he'd been standing in t...
The spinach was stuck between my teeth when David told me he was leaving. Forty-two years old, and I'd be smiling like an idiot with green debris in my mouth at the most consequent...
The orange prescription bottle sat on Maya's kitchen counter, a daily reminder of the life she'd failed to construct. "Vitamin supplements," she told her coworkers, popping the whi...
The lightning split the sky outside my office window, illuminating the empty cardboard boxes stacked in the corner. Forty-two years old and packing up my life into bankers boxes, w...
Elena sat on the edge of the bed, the orange sunset bleeding through the miniblinds, casting everything in a sickly amber glow. On the nightstand, the cable box blinked 12:00, forg...