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Maya pulled her dad's faded baseball cap down over her eyebrows, hoping it would somehow make her invisible at the new padel club. The oversized brim shadowed her face, which was e...
Tommy was the smallest kid on his baseball team, and he hated it. Every game, he sat on the bench, swinging his legs, watching the bigger kids hit home runs that sailed over the fe...
Clementine was a small goldfish with scales that shimmered like tiny coins. She lived in a round glass bowl on a wooden shelf, but every night she dreamed of something bigger. One...
Finnegan was a small fox with the brightest orange fur in all of Whispering Woods. Every morning, he'd puff out his chest and tell his mother, 'Today I'll be the greatest forest sp...
Luna was never supposed to be out past bedtime, but tonight the stars were calling her name. She slipped through the back door in her bare feet, the grass cool beneath her toes. So...
Margaret placed her husband's fedora on her head—it was slightly too large, but it smelled of him, of lavender and old books. Every Sunday since Arthur passed, she wore it while te...
Margaret climbed the pull-down stairs with Arthur close behind, his flashlight cutting through dust motes dancing in the afternoon light. At eighty-two, her knees protested, but so...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping, which was gross and definitely not the vibe she was going for at her first high school party. She clutched her phone to her che...
The pregnancy test sat on the bathroom counter like a verdict. Elena stared at it, the single pink line mocking her in the harsh fluorescent light. Three years of trying. Three yea...
Eleanor stood at the chain-link fence, her osteoarthritis pill dissolving slowly alongside her daily vitamin. Inside, her granddaughter Maya whacked a small blue ball against the g...
Arthur adjusted his fedora—a relic from 1958—and watched from the porch as eight-year-old Lily attempted to pitch a baseball to her older brother. The brim was cracked now, like Ar...
The corporate headquarters rose like a glass pyramid above the city, catching the last light of October. Marcus stood on the terrace of the forty-third floor, his iphone vibrating ...