Symmetry.

She slid into the aisle seat. The middle-aged, well-dressed man between her and the train window was staring into an e-reader. She wondered whether the man had ignored her. Was his book an escape or was he contemplating ordinary details of life while blankly staring at pages? Who did he live with? Did he missContinue reading “Symmetry.”

Construction.

He was surrounded by boxes. Most of them were full. That morning he dismantled the furniture that they had built together: the dining table on which they hosted brunches, lunches, and dinners; the wooden shelves they had carefully selected from that antique shop; and the sofa on which he had spent many nights in pastContinue reading “Construction.”

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