It had rained that morning, barely. The kind of rain that doesn’t soak but leaves the sky restless. The ground clung to its dampness like a ...

She opened the door the way people do when they’ve lived through too many endings slowly, without ceremony. Hair in a loose knot, her face b...

We’d been seeing each other for over a year, always near the apartment lift. Mornings, mostly. Sometimes evenings. She lived on the fifth fl...

You know, they say it takes twenty-one days to break a habit? I didn’t believe it either. But I held onto that number. Like a stupid superst...

The rain had been falling for over an hour, not in a rush, not in anger, just steadily. Like it knew what it was doing. I was walking with s...

I was rinsing her mug, the one with the chipped handle, my fingers tracing its jagged edge like a wound that wouldn’t heal. The soap suds cl...