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The baseball game flickered silently on the bar television, a scoreless tie stretching into the seventh inning—much like our marriage, Elena thought, watching the condensation weep...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool at 2 AM, the water still as glass except for the gentle ripples from the filtration system. Three months since the funeral, and sleep remained ...
The palm tree outside her office window had died three months ago, but Maya still found herself staring at its frayed, brown fronds during staff meetings. It reminded her of hersel...
The pool at the YMCA was empty at 4 AM, which was exactly why Elena chose it. She needed the silence almost as much as she needed the burn in her muscles, the way her body cut thro...
The treadmill hummed beneath Maya's sneakers as she ran, each step a small rebellion against the fluorescent-lit purgatory of her days. At 32, she'd become what her college self wo...
The pool sat stagnant in Elena's backyard, a blue rectangle of memories she couldn't drain. Three months since Marcus left, and still she woke each morning to the sight of that wat...
The papaya sat on Elena's desk, bright orange against the gray corporate carpet, its tropical sweetness mocking the fluorescent lights above. She'd bought it on impulse—something a...
The papaya sat rotting on the counter, its skin turning from gold to an angry brown, much like everything else in Elena's life lately. She'd bought it three weeks ago when Marcus s...
Maya stood at the kitchen sink watching **water** cascade over her hands, feeling the rhythm of something like desire return to her body after three years of corporate hibernation....
The plastic vitamin bottle rattled in Marcus's hand as he sat alone in the corporate box, watching the baseball field below. His father's meticulously organized supplements—B12 for...
The empty bowl sat on the kitchen counter like a question no one wanted to answer. Six months after their daughter's goldfish had gone to that great toilet bowl in the sky, Elena s...
The spinach leaves were wilting in the colander, limp and betrayed, much like I felt. Marcus sat across from me at his marble island, his thumb scrolling through his iphone with th...