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Elena stared at the goldfish in the reception tank, its orange scales flashing like tiny warnings in the fluorescent light. It swam in endless circles, three gallons of water for a...
Elena watched him from the balcony, Marcus swimming laps in the infinity pool that seemed to spill into the Aegean. His strokes were rhythmic, precise—everything about Marcus had a...
Mara walked through the office at 7 PM, the only light coming from emergency exit signs and Marcus's monitor. He was still there, typing furiously, and she thought—not for the firs...
The vitamin D supplement sat on her nightstand, a orange capsule of false hope for a Helsinki winter. Elena swallowed it dry, staring at her iphone as if the device might confess t...
The papaya sat on the white ceramic plate, its orange flesh glistening with morning dew. Elena cut into it, the knife sliding through like it was butter, and thought about how Andr...
The pool hadn't been cleaned in weeks. Green algae slicked the surface like an emerald bruise, and Maya watched a single leaf trace slow circles in the stagnant water. She should h...
Maya stood at the edge of the apartment complex's pool, the water reflecting the bruised purple of twilight. The papaya she'd bought at the market sat heavy in her bag, its skin al...
Mara watched Arthur chew. His jaw moved with the mechanical precision of something that had forgotten why eating mattered. Four years of marriage had reduced him to this—a zombie i...
The glass wall of the infinity pool reflected the sunset like a bruised peach—purple, yellow, dying. Elena floated on her back, swimming in circles that went nowhere, while Marcus ...
Maya's palm was sweaty against the cold marble of the cemetery bench. She'd been running from this moment for three years — ever since the night Elena died in that car Maya was sup...
The goldfish blinked at me from its bowl on the counter, its mouth opening and closing in that perpetual silent scream. Marcus had bought it the week after we split up, some joke a...
The golden retriever next door watched me every evening from behind the chain-link fence. Just watched, head tilted, as if it understood something I didn't. I'd wave weakly, then r...