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Maya had been moving through her days like a zombie for three years. Thirty-eight years old, and she'd already mastered the art of appearing alive while being thoroughly hollow ins...
The fluorescent lights hummed at a frequency only the undead could hear. Elena sat in cubicle 47B, her fingers moving across the keyboard in the familiar rhythm of corporate espion...
The fox head sat on the passenger seat like a dead thing. Arthur peeled it off, sweat running down his face, and checked his reflection in the rearview mirror. Fifty-two years old,...
The indoor pool at the Y was always too warm, chlorinated into something that didn't quite resemble water anymore. Elena floated on her back, staring at the ceiling where condensat...
The retirement home smelled of disinfectant and deferred dreams. Elena sat in the common room, her palm pressed against the cool glass of the aquarium, watching a single goldfish c...
The fedora lay on the nightstand, exactly where he'd left it. Three weeks, and Elena still couldn't bring herself to move it. The leather band was stained with sweat from that last...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool at 3 AM, the water barely rippling in the desert wind. She wasn't swimming—she was standing at the shallow end, still in her work clothes, watchi...
Sarah found the first goldfish floating belly-up when she slipped into the apartment complex pool at 2 AM. The water was mercury-still, reflecting the half-moon like a cracked eye....
The goldfish had been floating sideways for three days before Maya finally acknowledged what it meant. She stood in her therapist's waiting room, staring at the tank, remembering h...
Marcus stood at the edge of the padel court, sweat slicking his dress shirt underneath the expensive polo he'd changed into at the club. His playing partner—some VP from regional w...
The apartment was too quiet after Maya left. Only Barnaby — her calico **cat**, who decided to stay with me — remained as a witness to the unraveling. He watched from the windowsil...
The vitamin bottle sat on Maya's counter like a small plastic judgment. Vitamin D, the doctor had said, after the blood work came back with numbers that made her feel prematurely a...