Category: Author’s Alley
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The Practice of Choosing

Every year on the day they’d first met — not their anniversary, the meeting itself, a distinction important to them both — they asked each other the same question: would you choose this again? It had started half as a joke in the early, giddy years, when the answer was obviously, exuberantly yes. It had…
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Chapter 1. Say My Name Like You Mean It

The House of Wind was in one of its moods again. Nesta could always tell. She had lived there long enough to recognise the signs: the stairwell creaking a fraction too loudly, the windows sharpening her reflection, the doors requiring just a little more force than usual. But this morning, pre-dawn, during the cold, quiet…
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The Apology That Wasn’t

He never said sorry the way other people did. Years into the relationship, Greta had finally understood why: his family had used the word as currency, tossed around so casually growing up that it had lost all weight by the time he reached adulthood. He didn’t trust the word. He trusted actions instead. So when…
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The Good Pen

He had one pen he actually liked — a specific, slightly absurd preference for a particular brand of fountain pen that wrote, according to him, “the way thinking is supposed to feel.” She’d thought it was a minor eccentricity until she watched him lose it, properly lose it, at a coffee shop, and witnessed something…
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The Empty Chair

For the first six months after her mother died, Odette set the table for three without thinking, then quietly removed the extra plate before anyone noticed. Anyone except Hassan, who always noticed. He never said anything about it directly — never made it a topic, never asked if she was okay in the way that…
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The Spelling Bee

He still couldn’t spell “necessary.” Eleven years together, a graduate degree, a job that required regular written reports, and the man simply could not, under any circumstances, spell the word “necessary” correctly on the first attempt. It had become, over the years, one of Wren’s favorite things about him. “It’s two C’s and one S,”…



