November 21, 2022
“What mattered to me was the private space between people, the length of bedsheet between you and the person with whom you shared your luck at the end of the day. That, I thought, was where you could measure how chosen you’d been by love or lust or something that lifted you up outside of yourself and made you forget life as others lived it.”
Today’s story is “Closest Without Going Over” by Annie DeWitt.
Read it here