The Chair by David Means

Meanwhile, the day had folded into itself and combined with the terror to become vivid and pristine and perfect.….My son leaned and offered his hands to help me over the wall, and the air between us, before we actually touched, filled with an astonishingly pure love.

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I love how Means gives us one day between a father and son, the terror of him about to fall and the intense feeling of sharing glances.  With his choices in language, Means plays with the chance of his lines sounding trite but his language surprises us and it pleases us to use the phrase ‘pure love’.

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