This is where we meet by Sorcha Sheehy Williams (Lucent Dreaming Issue 8)
I was prepared to feel alone, expected the government-mandated 2-metre gap to yawn between us, cold and hostile. I expected these new spaces to be voids, to confirm our separateness. Instead, these distances have borne a new kind of touch, now that touch (skin on skin) is not permitted.As I walk past you, one of us stepping onto the road,