“The Eye,” by Alice Munro
Some days you wake up, brush your teeth, forget to do Kegels, and say, “if only The Guardian was running a new short story by Alice Munro, then I could go on.”
Some days you wake up, brush your teeth, forget to do Kegels, and say, “if only The Guardian was running a new short story by Alice Munro, then I could go on.”