You know, I once read a short story about how much you could tell about people from their shoes. You could tell where they had been, what they did, whether they were real walkers. ↗
I used to take my short stories to girls' homes and read them to them. Can you imagine the reaction reading a short story to a girl instead of pawing her? ↗
The short story is still like the novel's wayward younger brother, we know that it's not respectable - but I think that can also add to the glory of it. ↗