“What Is Remembered,” by Alice Munro
Appeared in the New Yorker, February 19th, 2001 (online); collected in Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage (McClelland & Stewart, 2001)
24 and 2/3 pages
Rereading this many years later, I found I remembered it pretty well. Now it reminds me of “The Surrogate,” the way the fantasy of the old affair lingers in a way that seems curiously irrelevant to the main character’s everyday life. Is this a common thing with women? (Perhaps men as well?)
Munro frequently returns to the scene of a seemingly spontaneous, mutual, outdoor kiss between a man and a woman who’ve just met. “Passion” has a somewhat similar gesture performed in an open convertible.