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Every Sunday morning, Arthur would don his father's frayed straw hat—the wide brim curled slightly at the edges, stained with years of sweat and soil. It sat on his palm like a mem...
Maya's life was over. Officially. Catastrophically. The stylist had said "just a trim" but what Maya got was the unholy lovechild of a mullet and what happens when you put a bowl o...
The bull sat on my left shoulder all through seventh period: YOU DON'T BELONG HERE. Two weeks into Austin High and I was still the 'new kid,' which in teen hierarchy ranked somewhe...
Evelyn held the small rectangle in her trembling hands—her granddaughter's old iPhone, now passed down like an heirloom. At eighty-two, she'd finally agreed to learn. "It's never ...
Eleanor traced the smooth brass of her grandfather's chess piece—the little sphinx he'd brought back from Egypt in 1952. Seventy-four years later, she still remembered the day he'd...
She was running on the treadmill when she saw him - the man from the grocery store, the one who always bought spinach in bulk. Three bunches at a time, every Tuesday. Now he was in...
The office betting pool on who would sleep with whom first had reached $847, and Elena's name was currently leading the board at 3:1 odds. She knew this because Julian—her regular ...
Maya had been a corporate spy for twelve years, moving through other people's lives like smoke, invisible and odorless. She called herself a zombie now—dead inside, moving on muscl...
Margaret sat on the concrete edge of the empty swimming pool, her legs dangling where water once lapped against the sides. Forty years of family barbecues, grandchildren's first sw...
Barnaby was a small golden dog with floppy ears and a very big imagination. Every night, while his family slept, he would sneak out to the old pool behind their house. It had been ...
Maya's hair had committed treason. Again. Standing before her bathroom mirror, she glared at the frizzy halo exploding around her head like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical soc...
The papaya sat on the counter, its skin mottled with bruises like old age spots. Elena had bought it three days ago because the nutritionist said she needed more enzymes, more vita...