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Leo adjusted his sunglasses, trying to look like he belonged at the country club pool. The golden afternoon light reflected off the water, making everything shimmer like some dream...
The dinner party had that particular kind of expensive misery that comes from too much wine and not enough truth. Maya found herself at the far end of the table, watching Maya's ex...
Barnaby was no ordinary bull. While other cows on Miller's Farm spent their days chewing grass and swishing flies, Barnaby loved exploring. Every afternoon after breakfast, he woul...
Elena pressed her palm against the cold window of the downtown bistro, the condensation slick against her skin. Across the table, Adrian picked at his spinach salad, his movements ...
Martha knelt in her garden, knees popping like autumn leaves, as Barnaby—the old orange tabby who'd outlived two husbands—circled her ankles with the insistence of a creature who k...
Arthur sat on the wrought-iron bench beside the pool, watching eight-year-old Leo practice his baseball swing with a plastic bat. The boy's form was all wrong—too much shoulder, no...
Maya's mom had dropped her off with the awkward warning: "Have fun, sweetie! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Which, frankly, narrowed it down to literally nothing. She stood on ...
Maya's summer took a turn when her older sister brought home Cleo, a sphinx cat that looked like a tiny, wrinkly alien. Maya had to bear the indignity of being seen walking this na...
Leo discovered something glowing in his grandmother's garden. A single papaya, shimmering like a tiny sunset orange. "What's wrong with it?" he whispered, poking the mysterious fr...
In a cozy house with a bright orange door lived a cat named Mittens. Mittens was not an ordinary cat. Every night when her humans slept, Mittens put on her special black fedora ha...
The goldfish circled its bowl, orange flash against the sterile white of the hospital room. Sarah watched them, her breathing shallow, while I sat in the plastic chair that had bec...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I clutched my iPhone against my chest like it was my own heart. Pool parties at Jessica's house weren't really my thing—too many people, too much skin...