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Margaret's fingers trembled as they brushed against the worn felt of the hat box she'd tucked away in the back of her closet. Inside lay Arthur's fedora, the brim curled from years...
Martha stood in her kitchen, phone to her ear, the old rotary she'd kept for forty-seven years. On the counter sat a papaya, improbably ripe and impossibly fragrant, sent by her fr...
Margaret knelt in her garden, the morning dew already soaking through the knees of her old canvas gardening pants. At seventy-eight, she moved more slowly now, each joint reminding...
The vitamin bottle sat on my kitchen table, my daughter's latest attempt to keep me healthy. At eighty-two, I suppose I should be grateful. But holding that plastic container, I fo...
Margaret stood at the edge of the old swimming pool, now cracked and dry, where she'd spent countless summer days watching her grandchildren splash and laugh. Today, the water was ...
Luna was a small gray cat with the biggest yellow eyes anyone had ever seen. Every night, she sat by the pond, watching the silver fish dart through the water like living stars. Ho...
The fedora sat tilted on the pool chair, a remnant of the man who'd left twenty minutes ago. Elena watched the chlorine water ripple in the artificial turquoise pool, nursing her t...
Marcus stood in the breakroom, the fluorescent lights humming above him like a dying insect. He sliced into the papaya he'd bought from that overpriced grocery store — the one his ...
The lightning split the sky just as Maya's fingers hovered over the send button. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at the iphone screen, the draft text glowing back...
Arthur sat on the back porch steps, his knees creaking in protest, watching seven-year-old Leo wind up for another pitch. The boy's form was all wrong—elbow flying out like a chick...
Jay felt like a literal zombie, having survived on three hours of sleep and questionable energy drinks. The reason? Maya's brilliant idea to film a zombie apocalypse movie for thei...
Martha stood at her bathroom counter, the morning light streaming through the window catching the silver strands of her hair in the mirror. At seventy-eight, she had earned every s...