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Arthur sat on the back porch watching seven-year-old Matthew circle the pool, a plastic bat trailing behind him like a tail. The July heat pressed against Arthur's chest, familiar ...
Maya's palms were sweating — gross, literal, betraying-her-nerves sweating — as she adjusted her grip on the padel racquet. Across the net, Jake Carter, the guy she'd been crushing...
Marcus had been running for forty-seven minutes when he saw the dog—or what was left of one. It lay on the shoulder of Route 9, ribs visible through matted fur, still breathing som...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. Not the vibe you want when you're about to make a complete fool of yourself in front of your entire gra...
Margaret stood in the dusty sunlight of her attic, her arthritic fingers tracing the edge of a wooden box she hadn't opened in forty years. Inside lay the treasures of a lifetime: ...
The coaxial cable hung like a dead snake from the wall, its metallic guts exposed where my brother had tried to 'fix it' with duct tape and pure desperation. Three hours until the ...
The fiber optic cable lay coiled like a sleeping serpent at the bottom of the pool, its blue casing shimmering through three meters of water. Elena had been staring at it for twent...
The pool was empty, which was exactly how Elena needed it. November in Palm Springs meant the tourists had gone, leaving only the locals and the ones running from something. She sa...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the orange gummy like it was a peace offering. "Vitamin C boost, sweetie. Big day tomorrow." Maya rolled her eyes but took it....
Martha knelt in her garden, knees cracking softly, and gently pulled a weed from between the rows of spinach. At seventy-eight, her body reminded her of every season she'd lived, b...
Lily was supposed to be asleep, but she noticed something strange about the television cable behind her dresser. At midnight, it started to glow with soft blue light, like a firefl...
Margaret sat in her usual spot by the community pool, the same bench she'd claimed for thirty-two summers. The palm tree beside her—just a sapling when she'd moved to Florida—now t...