The Good Kind of Nothing
August second. We didn't plan it so much as agree to it, Simone texted the night before, some variation of 'do you have Tuesday,' and I said yes before I'd checked. An hour on the…
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The Part After the Climbing
July twenty-second. Simone's wrist was bothering her, not badly, just enough that we both agreed without really discussing it that we weren't going to push through. We wrapped the…
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What I Wrote Instead
July eleventh. It has been hot enough that I keep rearranging when I do things, morning errands before nine, everything else after six, the hours between treated like a room I'm n…
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The Thing I Didn't Know I'd Claimed
June thirtieth. There are three sentences sitting in a document on my laptop that I wrote eleven days ago and have not sent, posted, or said aloud to anyone. They are not angry se…
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The Slot That Was Always Mine Until It Wasn't
June nineteenth. I didn't say anything to my manager. I'd been turning it over since Monday, the summer schedule, the weekend slot I've worked for three years, quietly reassigned…
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The Video We Couldn't Get Past
June eighth. We were supposed to be cooking. There was a mixing bowl on the counter. Simone had brought olive oil again, the good kind, the small bottle, and I had actual ingredie…
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The Olive Oil Was Hers, the Confidence Was Mine
May twenty-eighth. Simone showed up with a small bottle of good olive oil, not the grocery store kind, the kind from the Saturday market stand where the person behind the table wi…
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The Woman Who Didn't Notice the Rain
May seventeenth. There was a woman on a bench across the path from us who was on a phone call so committed, so load-bearing, that when the first drops came she did not move. Not a…
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The Oat Milk Was Gone and We Took It Personally
May sixth. Here is what happened at the end of the shift: the coffee cart was out of oat milk. That's it. That's the whole incident. Simone looked at the cart, looked at me, and s…
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The Dress That Only Comes Out When It Earns It
April twenty-fifth. There is a dress in the back of my closet that I do not wear casually. Not because it's precious, exactly, but because I made a rule about it at some point wit…
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