Riddles at the Tropicana
The cancer diagnosis hadn't been the death blow; what killed her was David's affair with his assistant, discovered three days later. Elena lay by the **pool** at the Tropicana Reso...
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The cancer diagnosis hadn't been the death blow; what killed her was David's affair with his assistant, discovered three days later. Elena lay by the **pool** at the Tropicana Reso...
The coaxial cable lay severed across Elena's living room floor like a dead snake, its copper entrails exposed after three hours of futile troubleshooting. Behind her blank televisi...
Elena sat at the edge of the hotel pool, her feet dangling in the cool blue water. The corporate espionage conference had drained her in ways she hadn't anticipated. Three days of ...
The corporate pyramid scheme had collapsed three months ago, taking David's savings and our marriage with it. Now I sat alone at a tiki bar in Waikiki, surrounded by inflatable pal...
The palm tree outside the bedroom window cast long shadows across Emma's face as she packed the last box. Three years of marriage reduced to cardboard and tape. Outside, lightning ...
The pool closed at ten, but Maya stayed until the lifeguard clicked off the overhead lights, leaving only the blue glow of the underwater fixtures. She'd been swimming laps for two...
The hotel room smelled of lavender and stale regret. Elena sat on the edge of the bed, watching Marcus pack his suitcase with the practiced efficiency of someone who had done this ...
Marie stared at the bottle of prenatal vitamins on her counter. Three years post-divorce and still taking themβhabit, hope, some combination she couldn't untangle. Her phone buzzed...
Margaret sat at the edge of the infinity pool, legs dangling in the chlorinated water, watching the Los Angeles skyline bleed into twilight. Her iphone buzzed against the ceramic t...
The backyard pool shimmered like something you could fall into and never climb out of. Elena stood at the shallow end, nursing her third gin and tonic, watching Mark laugh with Dav...
The pool at the Desert Orchid Resort was shaped like a teardrop, which Marcus found either profoundly pretentious or unintentionally hilarious. He couldn't decide which. The cabana...
The corporate transformation had turned them all into something resembling zombiesβpale, shuffling creatures moving between fluorescent-lit rooms, surviving on cafeteria coffee and...