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Margaret sat in her favorite armchair, the velvet worn smooth by forty years of afternoon rests. Through the window, she watched her granddaughter Lily chase after Barnaby, the anc...
Once upon a time, in a forest filled with whispering trees, there lived a clever little fox named Finnegan. Finnegan had the softest orange fur you could imagine, like sunshine cap...
Martha sat in her worn wingback chair, Barnaby the cat curled like a warm orange loaf against her cardigan. At seventeen, he moved with the deliberate slowness of the wise—each str...
The orange slice floated in her martini like a life preserver, as if it might save her from drowning in this conversation. Marcus from accounting was explaining his latest software...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually sweating — and she wiped them on her jeans for the third time. The orange neon sign of the 7-Eleven buzzed overhead, casting everything ...
Eleanor sat on her front porch watching the sunset paint the sky in soft pastels. At seventy-eight, she found herself doing this more often — sitting, remembering, letting the past...
We were hiding behind the dumpster behind Tony's Pizza, the smell of stale pepperoni mixing with the summer air. My best friend Chloe was clutching a stolen bag of frozen spinach w...
Maya's first mistake was thinking she could vibe with the cool kids at Malibu. Three hours into Leo's beach party, she discovered the spinach artichoke dip's revenge— wedged betwee...
I never thought I'd be hiding behind the snack bar during a baseball game, but here I was. Sixth inning, our high school team down by three, and I was crouched beside a cardboard b...
Lily loved summer mornings at her grandmother's house. While other kids slept, she was already at the pool, practicing her swimming. She wanted to be the strongest swimmer in the w...
I felt like a zombie walking through the hallway Monday morning—three hours of sleep will do that to you. My best friend Jordan high-fived me as I slumped past his locker, looking ...
Maya stood at the edge of the rooftop infinity pool, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The water rippled below, dark and promising, while above her, the party rage...