Anne Thompson

All The Gone Things

All The Gone Things The extraordinariness of losing, finding, and losing again The sudden jolt from his body surprised me. Rushing to make the subway, he had knocked into my body as we passed, him entering and I leaving. Hard. I stumbled, so did he. It was an accident but it struck me as horribly violent. I’d been daydreaming; it brought me back to reality with a harsh jolt. It struck me how quickly an unexpected touch can make its way into your bones.