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Lily loved her morning vitamins. Every day, she'd pick the orange one shaped like a little star, and her mom would say, "These give you super powers!" Lily would run around the hou...
Margaret stood in her bathroom at 5 AM, the yellow vitamin D pill resting on her tongue like a tiny accusation. At 47, she'd become the kind of woman who measured her life in suppl...
The papaya sat on the windowsill, its green skin turning yellow at the edges, marking time in a way Maya no longer could. Three weeks since Daniel left. Three weeks of waking to an...
Timmy was a quiet boy who loved two things more than anything else: his pet goldfish Finnegan, and playing baseball. Every Saturday, Timmy would play baseball in the park with his ...
Maya stood by the buffet table, clutching her red Solo cup like a shield. The high school social pyramid stretched before her in all its cruel glory—the seniors at the top, effortl...
Gary tightened the striped fedora before stepping onto the padel court. At forty-seven, he was fifteen years older than anyone else in the Tuesday night league, but the hat — his f...
The cafeteria smelled like papaya. Again. "Dude, seriously?" Jay said, sliding his tray next to mine. "Who actually eats this stuff?" I poked at the orange mush on my plate. "My ...
Margaret sat on her garden bench, watching the orange koi swim lazy circles in the pond her husband had dug forty years ago. The goldfish—no, they were koi, really, though she'd al...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her borrowed racquet like it might save her from drowning. The Monday after school crowd buzzed around her—tournament season wa...
Margaret stood at the edge of the lake where she'd taught all seven grandchildren to swim, the water glinting like liquid diamonds in the afternoon sun. At seventy-eight, her joint...
Mara stood at the kitchen counter, watching her goldfish - she'd named him Borges - swim endless circles in his bowl. Some days she felt more like the zombie than he did, moving th...
Evelyn's silver hair caught the afternoon light as she sat on her porch, peeling the orange Arthur had brought from the market. The scent of citrus took her back to 1952, to her mo...