Sunday Stories: “Silent Retreat”

Silent Retreat by Jo Beckett-King During afternoon meditation, Bob sweats desperation. Later, his gaze lingers just a little too long on my tank top as we pair up for controlled breathing exercises. Maybe he pictured a moment like this when he booked his place and thought it could be the beginning of something. After all, if a person never speaks, you’re free to project onto him or her as much as you like. Across the room, Stefan has the poise […]

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