Category: Author’s Alley
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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,”…
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The Quiet Year

There had been a year — their fourth — when very little had happened between them. No crisis, no milestone, no defining moment worth telling people about. Just months of ordinary Tuesdays stacked on top of ordinary Tuesdays, a year that, if asked to summarize, Petra wouldn’t have known what to say. She’d worried about…
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The List

She kept a list on her phone titled, simply, “Things.” It had grown over the years into something close to four hundred entries — small observations about him, things he’d said or done that she didn’t want to lose to the ordinary forgetting that happens to a life. *Hums when he thinks no one’s listening.…





