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Elara stood at the edge of the pool at 2 AM, the water black and unreflecting beneath the security lights. Her husband Daniel was asleep in their bed, or so she believed. She'd bec...
The vitamin tablets rattled in her palm — D3, B-complex, whatever the wellness influencer had promised would make her feel less hollow. Elena dry-swallowed them, the bitter afterta...
The water from the hotel shower ran lukewarm, then cold, but Maya didn't step out. She let it cascade over her shoulders, watching the translucent liquid swirl down the drain, carr...
Elena sat on the concrete deck of her apartment complex's pool at midnight, nursing a glass of cheap merlot and watching the water reflect the orange glow of streetlamps. At forty-...
Margaret arranged the pills on the kitchen counter in neat rows—blood pressure medication, calcium supplements, and the new vitamin D3 her doctor had insisted upon. At seventy-two,...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter, its yellow-orange skin deepening like a bruise, exactly where David had left it three mornings ago. Elena ran her palm across the fruit's sur...
The pool at the Hotel Azure glowed that particular chemical blue that exists nowhere in nature. Elena floated on her back, staring up at the Bali sky, letting the water support her...
The baseball cap sat on the dashboard of Maya's parked car, its navy brim curled from years of wear. David's cap. She hadn't touched it since the funeral three weeks ago. Maya adj...
The iPhone screen glowed at 3 AM, the last message still unsent. *Are you awake?* Elena typed, then backspaced. Then typed it again. The blue bubbles sat there, like small ghosts o...
The resort brochure had promised paradise. What it delivered was eighty-five degrees, relentless humidity, and David in the same swim trunks he'd worn on our honeymoon fifteen year...
The community pool was already closing when I arrived, that bluish chlorinated scent thickening in the cooling evening air. I swam anyway, back and forth in the shrinking lanes, my...
Elena's phone buzzed against the nightstand again — her ex's name lighting up the screen at 2 AM. She'd changed her hair after the divorce, cut it short and dyed it dark, as if she...