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Elena adjusted her visor, sweat dripping down her neck as she smashed the padel ball against the glass wall. Her opponent, Marcus from accounting, laughed and retrieved it, but Ele...
At 3 AM, Marcus felt like something between a man and a zombie—not the Hollywood kind that craved brains, but the corporate variety that craved coffee and an end to the quarter. Hi...
The Luxor rose from the Vegas strip like a black glass pyramid, its beacon piercing the smog-hazy desert sky. Elena pressed her palm against the hotel room window, feeling the cold...
The spinach in her desk salad had wilted into something resembling surrender, much like Elena herself. At 2:47 AM, the office's fluorescent hum was the only company she kept. Anoth...
Margaret stood at the edge of the hotel pool, the office's Fourth of July party sprawling behind her like a glittering accident. The water reflected the bruised purple of twilight,...
The bear of a problem sat between them at the kitchen table—that's how Marcus always described impossible situations. Not difficult, not challenging, but a fucking bear you had to ...
The spinach wilted in the colander, much like Elena's marriage had been doing for months—slowly, imperceptibly, until the damage was irreversible. She stood at the kitchen island, ...
The orange peel curled on the counter like a question mark. Sara watched it, mesmerized by the way the citrus spray caught the morning light. Three years of trying, and still the b...
The vitamin bottle sat on her desk like a paperweight of missed intentions. Elaine had been taking them for three months—doctor's orders after the blood work came back with numbers...
The papaya sat on the white linen tablecloth, brilliant orange and impossibly ripe, like a heart cut open and offered to the morning sun. Elena picked at it with her fork, the juic...
The sphinx watched me from the lobby postcard, its stone eyes somehow knowing everything I'd spent three decades forgetting. I'd come to this Egyptian resort to swim, to let the ch...
Marcus sat in his car across the street from the modest rental house, peeling an orange as he watched his wife through the bedroom window. The citrus scent filled the confined spac...