"He could not think how to finish his thought, how to wrangle it into what he wanted to ask of her. He followed her gaze down to her champagne, tiny bubbles clinging to the inner curve of the glass." Center for Fiction

"The photograph was given to me by someone who said, as we were hugging goodbye, 'I love you.' In that moment of heightened emotion, I said it back and, I think, felt it. It was the last time we ever saw each other." Hyperallergic