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The fedora sat on the corner of Marcus's desk like a dark, expectant question. It had been his father's—worn at the brim, smelling faintly of Old Spice and pipe tobacco—and Marcus ...
Frank hadn't been swimming in twenty years, not since the accident that ended his brief, unremarkable baseball career. But standing at the edge of the community pool at 2 AM, with ...
The glass of **water** sat untouched on the coaster, condensation weeping down the sides like tears she refused to cry. Mara pulled her **hat** lower, ducking behind the menu, thou...
The orange sunset burned through the chain-link fence as I sat on the metal bench, alone. Ten rows up, Karen watched our son's baseball game with him—that slick junior executive fr...
Elena had been a spy for eleven years, though corporate espionage lacked the glamour of novels. No martinis, just fluorescent-lit offices and stolen passwords. Her current target: ...
Maya stood at the edge of the balcony, her salt-crusted hair whipping across her face as the storm rolled in. Below, the Pacific churned violently, waves crashing against the cliff...
Elena had been working as a cable technician for seven years, and in that time she'd learned that people's walls told stories they'd never speak aloud. The framed photos, the dried...
The divorce papers sat on the kitchen counter next to a wilting bag of spinach. Elena had left them there three days ago, along with Barnaby—their ginger tabby who now regarded me ...
Elena stood at the edge of the lake, her father's old fedora clutched in one hand. The hat smelled of tobacco and rain, of him, and she pressed it to her chest as if it could someh...
Elena adjusted her hard hat, the plastic band digging into her forehead after twelve hours on-site. The corporate pyramid scheme of the construction world had her at the bottom, ca...
The office building's air conditioning had been broken for three days. Elena stood at the water cooler on the 42nd floor, watching the bubble climb lazily up the plastic column whi...
Mara stood at the edge of the pool, the water lapping against the tiles like a persistent question she didn't want to answer. Three months since Julian left, and still her iphone g...