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The market was a zombie — shuffling along, undead but still moving. Mike called it a 'correction', but Sarah knew better. It was 2008 all over again, and they were the ones about t...
The fox had been coming to her garden for three weeks before Elena realized it wasn't a fox at all. It was David, standing motionless at the edge of her property at 2 AM, wearing t...
The papaya sat on Elena's desk, improbably perfect against the gray laminate of her cubicle. Marco had brought it that morning, plucked from his father's garden, a gesture so achin...
The pool was always empty at 2 AM, which was exactly why Elena swam then. After the argument with Marcus—his voice still echoing in her head, "you're never present," as if presence...
Margot found herself at the hotel pool at 2 AM, the water a perfect mirror of her unraveling marriage. She'd left her wedding ring on the nightstand, right where Robert would see i...
Elena smoothed the brim of her father's fedora, the felt worn soft from thirty years of wear. It was the only thing she'd taken from his study after the funeral—a relic from a man ...
Mara stood by the bathroom sink, scissors in hand, watching the water spiral down the drain. Three years with him, and she was leaving with half her hair chopped off, floating in t...
The apartment complex pool at sunset was where Sarah went to die, or at least to let the zombie that corporate America had made of her finally dissolve into something resembling pe...
Maria found the cable behind the loose baseboard while cleaning—thick, black ethernet that shouldn't have existed in their supposed retirement paradise. Her fingers trembled as she...
The fedora sat heavy on Eleanor's head, a damp wool weight she couldn't bring herself to remove. Three hours at Marcus's memorial service, and still she was running—first from the ...
Elena stared at the vitamin C supplement on her desk, its bright orange coating mocking her forty-fifth birthday next week. The office hummed with the sound of coworkers typing, bu...
Elena pressed the power button on the remote, killing the cable TV that had been droning in the background all evening. Another dinner alone. Another unreturned call from Mark. The...