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Margaret sat in her worn armchair, the afternoon sun streaming through the window where a crystal bowl held her daughter's childhood goldfish. At twenty-three years old, Goldie was...
The pool glittered like something from a music video, all turquoise water and sun-drenched skin. Chloe's house, basically a mansion, had been taken over by the popular crowd for wh...
Arthur sat on the worn bench beside the pool, his rheumy eyes following the splashing figures in the water. At seventy-eight, his knees no longer permitted diving contests or canno...
Mira stood on her hotel balcony in Luxor, the Egyptian sunset painting the sky in bruised shades of orange. Behind her, the bathroom sink was littered with sample-sized moisturizer...
At eighty-two, Arthur had learned that wisdom often arrived on four legs, two legs, or sometimes, none at all. He'd arrived at Willowbrook Care Facility six months ago, bringing n...
The padel court smelled like rubber and desperation. I whiffed another serve, the ball ricocheting off the back fence with a sound that echoed my entire social existence. "Bro, ar...
Martha watched her grandson Timmy press his face against the glass bowl, the orange goldfish darting through plastic ferns. "He's lonely," the boy declared, already planning a comp...
Maya's life had become a series of calculated moves, like a game of 4D chess she was definitely losing. It all started with the **spinach** incident—Tuesday's cafeteria calamity th...
The cable guy had been coming to their house for months before Elena noticed him watching. Not watching her—watching through her. Her husband David had mentioned him once. "Nice g...
The dog knew first. Buster, Sarah's aging golden retriever, had begun sleeping outside the bedroom door, as if guarding against something he couldn't name. Sarah pressed her palm a...
Max was a small golden dog with floppy ears and a very big problem. He lived in a house where everyone was always busy, and he spent most of his days sleeping on the rug, dreaming ...
The party was already dead when I found Maya in the bathroom, texting someone named 'Goldfish' like her life depended on it. That's when I knew our ten-year friendship was about to...