I had not seen him in over 20 years. We were to meet in the city for three precious hours. Enough time to let the other’s presence sink in, but not enough time to really get into trouble. You see, I am married. And committed to that marriage. It was hard to speak at first, hard to do anything but smile. We hugged, letting social conventions limit it to a normal duration. I physically ached when we pulled away from each ot...

Max didn’t admit to himself that he was obsessed with the woman on the train, but he did acknowledge she took up too much space in his head. It wasn’t that he saw her every day, but just when he thought he would not see her again and her memory had begun to fade, there she was. Standing, usually. It wasn’t quite the morning rush hour, but you had to manoeuvre around people to get a seat and she seemed to rather not bother...