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The pool water was colder than Elena remembered, or maybe she was just thinner now, less insulated against the world. She floated on her back, ears submerged, letting the muffled s...
The **pool** was empty at 2 AM, which was exactly why Marian chose this hour. She sat on the edge, legs dangling in the chlorinated **water**, nursing a glass of cheap merlot that ...
The infinity pool at the boutique hotel reflected nothing but gathering clouds as Elena sat on the edge, legs submerged in water grown cold. Her iPhone vibrated against the ceramic...
The television flickered and died, plunging the motel room into sudden darkness. Maria stared at the blank screen, the severed cable lying limp beside it like something strangled. ...
Elena sat alone by the infinity pool, the Mexican heat shimmering off the turquoise water. She'd spent the last hour picking at a fruit plate—papaya, orange segments, and lime—wond...
The cat landed on the patio with a soft thud, a sleek black shadow that belonged to no one and everyone at the corporate retreat. I watched it stalk toward the pool, where twenty e...
Elena sat by the hotel pool, the Mauritius sun beating down on her bare shoulders. She'd been in the corporate espionage game too long—fifteen years of extracting secrets, breachin...
The orange sat on the bedside table like a small, imperfect sun. Sarah couldn't eat it. She hadn't kept anything down in three days. "Take your vitamins," I said, not for the firs...
Marco had been a cable technician for seventeen years, and he'd learned that every home tells a story through its wires. The fraying cables behind television sets revealed habits: ...
Maya stood at the edge of the apartment complex's pool at 2 AM, her iphone screen glowing in the darkness. She'd been running—literally, her thighs still burning from the treadmill...
Elena's backhand connected with the ball, sending it skidding along the padel court's blue surface. Sweat dripped down her spine, past the thin strap of her dress, as she watched M...
Maya spends her days three kilometers beneath the Atlantic, repairing the fiber optic cables that carry the world's words. When she surfaces, salt crusted in her hair and hands tha...