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The orange sun dipped below the horizon as Elena walked away from the padel court, her racquet bag slung over one shoulder. Another Saturday evening match with couples who smiled t...
Mara lay on the lounge chair by the hotel pool, the midday sun burning the back of her eyelids. In the water below, David was swimming laps—his steady, rhythmic strokes cutting thr...
The goldfish had been swimming in circles for three days, its orange scales dulling like old paint. Marcus watched it from the leather armchair—a piece of furniture Sarah hadn't bo...
The bull market had turned on them all, taking Elena's portfolio and half her department with it. Now she sat at the edge of the infinity pool at the Tamarind Resort, nursing a gin...
The divorce papers sat on the kitchen counter, next to a bowl of untouched oranges. Sarah's iPhone buzzed with her mother's third call of the morning—she'd ignored the first two, j...
The seventh inning stretch couldn't come fast enough. I watched David from the kitchen window, standing by the grill while the baseball game blared from the portable radio on the p...
Elena's iphone buzzed against the table—third time in ten minutes. She ignored it, pushing the spinach around her plate with her fork. The corporate dinner was stretching into its ...
Marcus watches the goldfish circle its bowl, orange scales flashing like trapped sunset. Three years with Elena, and still he's the one who remembers to feed the thing. She's in th...
The glass of water sat between us, sweating onto the coaster, collecting our silence like condensation. Elena hadn't touched hers. The spinach stuck in her teeth—she'd ordered the ...
Margot stood before the mirror, scissors in hand, and began cutting. Her shoulder-length brown hair fell in silent heaps to the bathroom floor. Each snip felt like shedding years o...
The papaya arrived perfectly cubed, glistening like some exotic apology I hadn't asked for. I stabbed a piece with my fork, watching the juice bleed onto the white tablecloth. It w...
The hotel pool was empty at 3 AM, which was exactly why Elena had chosen it. She floated on her back, staring up at the artificial stars that some architect had thought to paint on...