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Elena ran her thumb across the woman's palm, feeling the papery skin, the intricate topography of a life measured in decades. The shop smelled of sandalwood and desperation. "You'...
The Great Sphinx watched Elena eat breakfast alone on the hotel terrace, its limestone face eroded by millennia of indifference. She sliced into her papaya, the bright orange flesh...
Maya stared at the goldfish bowl on her desk, its orange inhabitant swimming endless circles in three gallons of filtered water. Six years at the firm, and she'd become exactly lik...
The lightning fractured the sky outside my office window, illuminating the pathetic truth of my 11:47 PM existence: I was still refreshing my ex-girlfriend's Instagram like a despe...
The pool was empty at 5 AM—that's why Elias liked it. Just him and the water, the chlorinated silence thick enough to drown in. Laps. Twenty, then surface, gasping. His shoulders ...
Maya sat in the breakroom with her papaya and spinach salad, watching the corporate Vitamin water commercial play on the TV mounted above the microwave. She'd been the plant's spy ...
Ellen checked her watch again. 2:47 AM. The retirement facility's hallway stretched before her like the throat of some great, sleeping beast. In Room 304, Mr. Henderson sat upright...
The fedora sat on the kitchen counter for three weeks after Michael left. A ridiculous thing for a thirty-five year old architect to wear, but he'd called it his signature. I shoul...
Maria stood in the kitchen at 2 AM, the papaya on the counter glowing softly in the moonlight. She hadn't bought it. Neither had Thomas. Three days ago, her best friend Lena had s...
The first bolt of lightning fractured the sky just as David's key turned in the lock. Sarah stood motionless in their bedroom, her hand frozen midway to the brush that still rested...
The goldfish circled its bowl in the motel room, its orange scales catching the fluorescent light. Elias watched it swim the same lap again, wondering if fish felt trapped or if th...
Margaret's goldfish, absurdly named Apollo, swam his endless laps in the bowl on her bedside table. She watched him through the glass of whiskey she'd been nursing for two hours, w...