Everything the old woman said was true.
Then she suffered a heart attack and died in Ruth’s arms.
“Letter,” by Raymond Carver Read More »
Everything the old woman said was true.
Then she suffered a heart attack and died in Ruth’s arms.
When she was nearly asleep, she heard voices far upstream, male voices, chanting, as if from the dawn of history. Deep, primeval. The Men were performing the rituals of manhood. But the little farts in the night were nearer and dearer.
“Limberlost,” by Ursula K. Le Guin Read More »
When she was nearly asleep, she heard voices far upstream, male voices, chanting, as if from the dawn of history. Deep, primeval. The Men were performing the rituals of manhood. But the little farts in the night were nearer and dearer.
