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I played spy from the corner of the chlorine-scented room, knees pulled to my chest, phone clutched like a weapon. My former best friend Maya stood by the deep end, laughing at som...
The chlorine hit me before I even stepped through the gate. Jessica's annual end-of-summer pool party. The kind of thing normal people didn't overthink, but I'd spent three hours s...
Barnaby was a small bear with very big dreams. Every night, he would climb to the top of High Hill and watch the stars, wondering what lay beyond his forest home. One evening, he ...
Martha sat at her kitchen table, the morning sun warming her hands as she arranged her daily pills. The little **vitamin** C tablet went down first—her mother's remedy from sixty y...
Sunday mornings had become Margaret's favorite time again. At seventy-three, she'd rediscovered the quiet joy of sitting on her back porch with coffee, watching her granddaughter E...
Margaret poured the last of the vitamin bottle into her tea—Doctor's orders, though at eighty-two, she suspected the only real remedy for aging was simply to keep showing up. Outsi...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose, heart pounding like a baseball in a batting cage. Anyone else on the team would've been dead asleep at 6 AM on a S...
The cafeteria lasagna looked like radioactive waste, but Maya'd already committed to the bit. "It's basically a salad," she lied, stabbing at the mysterious green flecks. "Spinach ...
Mara stood by the bathroom sink, scissors in hand, watching the water spiral down the drain. Three years with him, and she was leaving with half her hair chopped off, floating in t...
Marcus pulled the brim of his dad's ancient fishing hat lower, practically disappearing inside it. The neon orange foam hat with its ridiculous lures was exactly the kind of thing ...
The apartment complex pool at sunset was where Sarah went to die, or at least to let the zombie that corporate America had made of her finally dissolve into something resembling pe...
Lily loved her grandfather's old hat. It was blue and floppy, and when she wore it, she felt like she could do anything. One summer evening, she put it on and sat in her backyard, ...