Courtyard Protocol: The Last Pickup – Part 4
The last one doesn’t rush. Doesn’t cry.Just stares at the house like it owes her something.“You ever...
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Courtyard Protocol: The Pattern – Part 3
By now, they blur together—perfume, heels, half-smiles.One asks if you ever get tired of being invisible.You say,...
Courtyard Protocol: The Routine – Part 2
Tonight’s guest leaves before the candles die.She doesn’t look back, just mutters, “Same speech, same ending.”You offer...
Courtyard Protocol: After Midnight – Part 1
The courtyard glows in marble and money.You stand by the gate, shadow on polished stone.Every morning, another...