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The orange peel lay curled on the counter like a question mark. Mara watched it while Jack paced the kitchen, his footsteps syncing with the dog's rhythmic thumping tail against th...
The pool house was silent except for the water lapping against the tile edges. Elena sat on the edge, her legs dangling in the water, watching the reflection of the moon distort an...
The goldfish floated at the top of the bowl that morning, its orange scales catching the pale light through the kitchen window. David had won it for me at a carnival three years ag...
Mara stood on the deck of the corporate retreat center, nursing a gin and tonic she didn't want. The Oregon forest pressed in on all sides—too green, too alive for her current mood...
Margaret stood in the kitchen, crushing the blue vitamin tablet into powder. Her hands trembled slightly—not from age, but from the weight of what she was about to do. The cat woun...
I woke at 4:45 AM—same time I had for twenty years of marriage, though the marriage had been dead for six months. In the bathroom mirror, a zombie stared back: hollow-cheeked, gray...
The cat stared at me from the kitchen counter, her yellow eyes judging my life choices. It was 2 AM and I was staring at my iphone screen again, scrolling through photos of David a...
Elena's vitamin D supplements sat on the counter, a daily reminder of how much time she spent indoors now. At forty-two, she'd learned that adulthood was mostly about compensating—...
The first thing I noticed when I came home early was the long red hair tangled in our bed sheets. Not mine—I'm a brunette. Maria's hair had always been her vanity, thick and wild l...
The palm reader's shop smelled of incense and desperation. Maya sat across from the woman with the scarred hands, while Marcus stood by the door, checking his watch again. "Your l...
The cable guy had been here three hours. Sarah watched from the kitchen doorway as he drilled through their plaster walls, his ass crack visible above his tool belt. Another Tuesda...
The zombie apocalypse didn't come with brains or gore. It came in a suit and tie, with spreadsheets and quarterly projections. Sarah had been walking dead for three years—since the...