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Marcus stood at the baseline of the padel court, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like trapped insects. He adjusted his fedora—a ridiculous affectation he'd adopted after hi...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. A piece of spinach from her lunch salad lodged between her front teeth like a tiny green flag of surrender. She picked it out ...
The pool at the Desert Springs Resort was less a body of water and more a stage. Elena sat on a lounger beneath a stunted **palm** tree that looked as exhausted as she felt, nursin...
Elena stood at the edge of the padel court, watching Diego's silhouette cut through the twilight. The ball cracked against his racket—once, twice—each stroke precise, deliberate. L...
The cable guy left three hours ago, taking with him the only thing that still held us together. I looked at the severed coaxial cable dangling from the wall like a dead snake, its ...
The first time Marcus saw Elena swimming, he thought she was drowning. Her strokes were violent, desperate, cutting through the university pool water at 5 AM with an aggression tha...
Marcus stood in his kitchen at 9 PM, dead inside after another fourteen-hour day at the firm. He was a corporate zombie now, one of the walking dead who'd sold his life for a corne...
Elena adjusted the battered baseball cap on her head—Bill's cap, still smelling faintly of his pomade and the peppermint candies he'd sucked religiously until the cancer took him l...
The goldfish had been dead for three weeks, but Elena kept feeding it anyway. Each morning she'd sprinkle flakes into the cloudy bowl, watching them drift down to the orange form r...
The spinach had gone slimy in the crisper drawer, exactly like everything else in my life after David left. I stood in the kitchen of our—the apartment—holding the bag of wilted gr...
The apartment felt cavernous without Sarah's things. Three weeks after she packed her life into cardboard boxes, Marcus still found himself reaching for her in the half-light betwe...
Marcus stood at the edge of the infinity pool, the blue surface stretching toward an ocean that mirrored the hollow ache in his chest. Three months since Elena left, and he'd done ...