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Eleanor stood at her kitchen sink, the warm water running over her hands as she rinsed the fresh spinach from her garden. At eighty-two, her hands were spotted with age, but they s...
Marcus stood at the edge of the resort infinity pool, nursing a gin and tonic that was mostly melted ice. Below him, the water stretched toward the ocean, an impossible blue that m...
Lily loved her sparkly purple hat more than anything in the world. It had twinkling silver stars around the brim, and she swore it made her braver. One evening, while watching the ...
Maya stood by the **water** fountain, scrolling through her phone and trying to look busy. The cafeteria buzzed with students slumped over trays, looking like actual **zombies** af...
Eleanor sat on her back porch, watching the morning light dance across the pool's surface. Sixty years ago, she would have been the first one in, cutting through the cool water wit...
Arthur sat in his armchair, the remote control resting on his lap like an old friend. At eighty-seven, the cable television had become his companion in the quiet hours, though he n...
Margaret stood in her garden, her white hair catching the morning sun, much like her father's had before time turned it silver. But Arthur's hair had been a different story entirel...
Margaret sat on her porch swing, watching her grandson Leo fiddle with that iphone the youngsters all carried these days. The screen glowed softly in the twilight, illuminating his...
Arthur sat in his worn armchair, fingers absentmindedly tracing the cable-knit pattern of the Afghan his mother had made forty years ago. The television hummed softly, some spy mov...
Marisa sat alone at the edge of the infinity pool, her legs submerged in water that looked like liquid sapphire stretching toward the horizon. This was supposed to be her honeymoon...
Arthur sat on his porch swing, watching seven-year-old Timmy chasing after Buster the golden retriever across the yard. The boy's laughter carried on the afternoon breeze, pulling ...
In a garden where moonflowers bloomed even at noon, young Lily discovered something magical. Behind the old oak tree stood a stone sphinx with twinkling amber eyes. Unlike the grum...