Fiction, tethering

The Hug

Chicago — This has to be the perfect hug, the deepest hug, the kind of hug where the insides of his elbows mold seamlessly with the concave curves of her torso and her chin fits like a puzzle piece into the divot made by his collar bone, the kind where the weight of him leaning down and the angle at which she leans up and in cancel each other out so that there is no wobbling, no tremulous balancing on tipto...