As the waiter pours her espresso and serves her pastry, she looks down the busy street and spies an elderly woman begging. After a lifetime of telling herself she has no regrets, she wonders who, in fact, has more.
Twirling her diamond bracelet over her creased skin, she closes her eyes and remembers the boys—their cries in stereo like the owls screeching on her late grandfather’s farm—and then the men. They were a means to an end, she knows.
But will that end ever come?
Opening her eyes, the woman begging has moved on—but still, she remains.
Twirling her diamond bracelet over her creased skin, she closes her eyes and remembers the boys—their cries in stereo like the owls screeching on her late grandfather’s farm—and then the men. They were a means to an end, she knows.
But will that end ever come?
Opening her eyes, the woman begging has moved on—but still, she remains.
