Officially Old
This afternoon I took my little dog Luna for a walk, and a six-year-old boy came over to pet her. He caressed her fur, lifted his eyes, and asked me, “Are you old?” “Yes, maybe.” “A hundred years old?” “No … two hundred.” “My dad is forty-five.” “He is a kid,” I said. “No, […]
Winterless Meadow/ William Faulkner
The two female cousins came at once. They held the funeral on the second day, with the town coming to look at Miss Emily beneath a mass of bought flowers, with the crayon face of her father musing profoundly above the bier and the ladies sibilant and macabre; and the very old men –some […]
