don’t recognize me? No, sorry. It’s been a long time. You must be mistaken. The desert. That doesn’t ... you? If you decide to bring me out of the shadows... With that, he slips off. I stay for a long time ... place, and he is still just as ambivalent. A soldier who spent most of his time caring for bees, ...
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an iron caldron simmered. The pot contained a soup as dark brown as its smell, which made his empty ... the cardplayers, tall and stiff-backed, silver in his hair. The smell of cooking meat filled the ... filtering through green leaves, a corral in which half a dozen brown backs showed. Long heads thrown over ...
early in the morning, she’d seen a tall, lanky boy on a unicycle with an old hunting rifle slung across ... again. That was what happened to her two brothers, Eugenio and Fermín, who went to the war with great ... employees time off to participate in the festivities. The revelry went on for several days. There were ...
Tuesday siesta Print Pages: Page 209 from Issue 13-14 Tuesday siesta GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ The ... banana plantations, and the air became humid and they couldn't feel the sea breeze any more. ... oxcarts loaded with green bunches of bananas. Beyond the road, in odd, uncultivated spaces, there were ...
was like the long, rainy afternoons when the straw mattresses we slept on smelled particularly sweet. ... twelve-hundred-year-old village in which the vineyard is located, mentions a man named Heinz, who had been a boy during ... holiday long before, or of the way the streets smell now. Perhaps Hilde would push him aside money and ...
"accomplishments, not time-frames," became one of its standard replies to discreet queries about the length ... sympathies. This mutual contentiousness between those who went and those who stayed, often reaching the ... Print Pages: Page 171 from Issue 80 Epistolary Fiction and Intellectual Life in a Shattered Culture: ...
a field or a clearing, usually not far from the smell of manure or swamp gas. Or it had when they were in ... over and over as it knocked paper-shell pecans to the ground. In the morning, she’d once again try to ... hungover from drinking alone on the porch long after her father’d gone to sleep, she was ready to come ...
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love. Sikfn went down the list, making me repeat after him, as the woman served us glasses of aguardi� ... the night in an empty Shell company storage shed at the edge of the tree farm. Sikin hung two hammocks ... that smelled of motor oil by low hooks in the mud walls of the hut. We swung into them, our bodies just ...
Her hard hat falls off every time someone comes over to give her a hug. They’ve been waiting a long ... something snipping away there in the dark. I once knew a painter who painted only the spaces in between, ... drew you in. I could stare at her paintings for a long time and feel for a little while what it’s like ...
catcall, "Hey, white boy." The way he swooped in and out twice a day, every time causing ... following grew. All the spaces for tents in the open field were filled. The surrounding householders worried ... warden on his way to work in the morning, and he used the opportunity to mention deficiencies in ...
