The Far Field

by Madhuri Vijay

He had the intelligent man’s faith in the weight of his own ideas, and the emotional man’s impatience with anyone who did not share them.

It was the single most devastating habit she had, to withdraw, to take back the thrilling gift of her joy as casually as she bestowed it.

I had yet to understand just how many shapes a person’s desire could take, and how few of them, in the end, took the shape of the body.