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Arthur sat on his back porch, his old golden retriever Barnaby resting his head on Arthur's slippered feet. In his weathered hands, Arthur held a small bronze sphinx his wife Elean...
Alex's life was officially a clown show. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her eyeliner, practiced her smirk in the mirror exactly seventeen times, and mentally rehearsed three cas...
Arthur sat on his back porch, the worn wood familiar beneath him after fifty years of evenings just like this one. His golden retriever, Barnaby, rested his head on Arthur's knee, ...
Maya's **hat** was her armor. A vintage newsboy cap she'd thrifted for four dollars, pulled low over her eyes when the cafeteria noise got too loud. Freshman year at Northwood High...
Maya sat alone on her balcony, the humidity of another Miami summer pressing against her skin like a guilty conscience. Thirty-seven years old and still asking herself the same dam...
The last thing Marcus said before leaving was something about the cable bill. Elena stood in their kitchen, rain drumming against the window, watching lightning fractal the sky in ...
Maya's hand trembled as she clutched her iphone, the glow of the screen illuminating her nervous expression in the darkened kitchen. Another house party. Another night of being the...
The fight had been exhausting, the kind that drains you hollow. Sarah stood on the balcony of their Chicago apartment, hands gripping the wet railing as if it might anchor her to s...
Maya pulled the vintage fedora down lower, hoping it would make her invisible. Or at least less noticeable. Which was ironic, because the hat was literally neon green. "Nice lid, ...
Maya was a spy. Not the kind with trench coats and secret codes, but a nature spy. Every day after school, she'd slip behind the big oak tree in her backyard with her notebook and ...
Lily lived on Sunflower Farm with her best friend, Barnaby the bull. Barnaby wasn't like other bulls. While they slept in the shade, Barnaby dreamed of water. One afternoon, Lily ...
The first thing anyone noticed about Maya's hair was that it wasn't supposed to be orange. It was supposed to be sunset-copper, a subtle enhancement that said I'm confident but not...