Playing truth or dare on a snowed-in train, the 20-year-olds gasped to hear the list of places we had slept together. As if they had invented sex involving park benches, trees, and dark stairwells smelling of piss. As if, prior to the 80’s, people mated with decorum in small beige rooms.
Later, when they slept, we lengthened our list by one.
by Nell Azuri of London
