One Hundred Years of Solitude

solitude, but both continued
living on their own, cleaning
their respective rooms while
the cobwebs fell like snow on
the rose bushes, carpeted the
beams, cushioned the walls. It
was around that time that
Fernanda got the impression
that the house was filling up
with elves. It was as if things,
especially those for everyday
use, had developed a faculty
for changing location on their
own. Fernanda would waste