![]() ![]() "In your fantasies," she said, "my people are just like you. The only tears shed are happy ones.”įragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders There are bones untouched beneath the warm French earth which dream of a daughter's wedding. There is an old woman in Miami who wakes, confused, from a dream of the wind blowing the wildflowers in a meadow. ![]() Her last thought, before that bullet, was that she was four months' pregnant, and that if we do not fight to create a future there will be no future for any of us. First she dug her own grave, then a single bullet to the back of the skull. Actually the Gestapo picked her up during a border crossing in 1943, and they left her in a meadow. She keeps herself to herself and smiles rarely, as if the weight of memory keeps her from finding joy. She now lives in a condo in Miami, a tiny French woman with white hair, with a daughter and a grand-daughter. ![]()
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