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The Airbnb listing had promised paradise, but twelve days after Tom ended their marriage, Maya felt stranded on the edge of the world. Not even the perfectly arranged papaya on her...
Lila had the most magnificent hair in the whole world – wild, curly red hair that seemed to have a mind of its own. Every morning, her mother would laugh trying to tame it, but Lil...
Luna was a small gray cat with big green eyes and an even bigger curiosity. Every evening, she would creep to the edge of the forest and spy on the old grumpy bear who lived by the...
The coaxial cable dangled from the wall like a dead snake, its copper heart exposed where the cat had chewed through the insulation three days ago. Sarah hadn't called the repair s...
Arthur stood in his garden, the morning sun warming his weathered hands as he harvested fresh spinach for Sunday dinner. At seventy-eight, his knees protested, but the earth still ...
Lily lived in a house with bright orange walls and the most magnificent messy hair you ever saw. Every morning, her mother tried to tame it with ribbons and bows, but Lily's wild c...
Lily's goldfish, Goldie, swam in lazy circles around his plastic castle. He looked so bored in his tiny bowl. One stormy night, lightning flashed. Lily's dog, Buster, started bark...
Lily loved summer evenings, especially when warm rain pattered on her skin. She sat by her family's pool, watching water ripple like tiny silver diamonds. Her iphone rested on the ...
TheinvitationcameviaSnapchat—ofcourseitdid. Jenna's rager, complete with actual Instagram invites and a playlist someone definitely spent three days curating. I stood at the gate,...
Miranda wore fox fur to her husband's funeral. Not real fur—God forbid—but a coat that mimicked the russet sleekness of the creature, cunning and beautiful and utterly inappropriat...
Margaret stood on the dock, the old wooden planks warm beneath her bare feet. At seventy-three, she'd come full circle—back to the lake where her grandfather had taught her to swim...
The cables behind the counter at Tropical Blendz were a tangled mess, kind of like my brain after three weeks of summer school. I'd been fighting off zombie mode all morning—thanks...