The cool summer breeze felt soothing as afternoon heat filled the small writing studio. It was a welcome distraction from the sheet of paper with the dangling last sentence and mocking blank space that followed. Dangling sentences he could handle. Mocking pushed him over the edge. It was a sign to take a break, shift gears, change focus. Sometimes he switched to a different story. Sometimes he worked in the garden. Whatev...

The name hit me like a slap, sudden and bright. Sarah. I hadn't said it in years. Hadn't dared. The memories were supposed to be buried, packed down beneath the present, invisible. But Zoï was there, holding me steady with her eyes, waiting. Somehow, she knew. “How?” My voice was thin, too fragile. “How do you know that name?” Zoï’s hands, cool against my cheeks, reminded me where I was. "I don't know her. But I feel her...

The Pub filled slowly in winter. San Francisco cold was different than England’s, but not by much. The chill seemed to settle into everything, making bones ache. Emma moved behind the bar, efficient in her routine. She wiped the mahogany, set coasters along the polished wood, checked the shine of the brass fixtures she’d already polished earlier that day. Her motions were always the same: wiping the bar in slow, clockwise...

Monday morning arrived in a pale haze, the kind of light that made everything look unfinished. Karen let herself into Beth’s house with the spare key she’d been given months ago for emergencies. This seemed to qualify. The living room smelled of stale wine and something else, despair, maybe. Or just neglect. Two empty wine bottles stood sentry on the coffee table beside a plate with the crusts of a peanut butter sandwich....

Morning light streamed through the kitchen windows of Jen's bungalow, painting the worn wooden countertops with stripes of gold. The house held the particular quietness of early day, that suspended moment before the world fully woke. Jen moved with ease, laying out the materials for her portfolio review while her body hummed with a pleasant undercurrent of energy. Since Jim arrived, she'd found herself perpetually aware o...

Kaitlin walked alone beneath the full autumn moon, her shadow stretching long and sharp across the sidewalk. The silver light transformed the familiar college town streets into something ethereal, casting everything in shades of black and pearl. With each step away from Jen's house, she felt the evening's events settling into her bones, changing her in ways she couldn't yet articulate. Behind her, she knew, Jim and her mo...

The key glided smoothly into the lock with a familiar feel. Kaitlin pushed open the door to her childhood home, the creak of the hinges stirring memories that lived in the walls and floorboards. She stepped inside, letting her bag slide from her shoulder to rest against the entryway table. From where she stood, Kaitlin could see her mother sitting on a wooden stool in the living room, bent over a sketchbook. Jen hadn't he...

USA, 2024. Accepting the change of scenery, not to mention different countries, Marian Wintergreen was happy to attend a week of meetings at the US offices of her company in Manhattan. The American arm had benefited from a new wave of success following the global pandemic, and Mrs. Wintergreen had been invited to learn how to transfer the blueprint of their positive results and sales to the UK. Eager to make an impression...

As a senior partner in my firm for twenty-plus years, I was a highly accomplished lawyer with an impeccable record in high-stakes cases. My managing partner entrusted me with our most difficult cases. My determination to win was unmatched among my peers. As I was sifting through the never-ending pile of cases on my desk, each vying for my attention, I came across a file labeled "Rodriguez, Mia." It contained details of a...

Pete was sitting on the couch at his girlfriend Stacy's house, waiting for her to get ready. Her mom had invited him in and offered him a drink. Pete watched as her mom worked in the kitchen, admiring her curvy body. She looked up, catching his eyes as he averted them downward. Smiling to herself, she continued cleaning the counter. "You know, you could be a little more discreet," she said teasingly. "I apologize, ma'am....

It was a warm, late summer day, and the sky was an intense shade of blue that seemed to stretch on forever. The sunlight streamed through the open window, casting a soft, golden glow across the teenage boy's bedroom. The air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and honeysuckle, reminding him of lazy afternoons spent playing baseball with his friends. He had been in trouble again, and he knew exactly what was comi...