One Hundred Years of Solitude

the shot in the backyard and
the simultaneous cry of pain
from Mauricio Babilonia.
When her mother ordered her
out of the bedroom she did
not comb her hair or wash her
face and she got into the train
as if she were walking in her
sleep, not even noticing the
yellow butterflies that were
still accompanying her.
Fernanda never found out nor
did she take the trouble to,
whether that stony silence