One Hundred Years of Solitude

hundred canaries, and her
husbands velocipede, broken
down in a special case which
allowed him to carry it like a
cello. She did not even take a
day of rest after the long trip.
She put on some worn denim
overalls that her husband had
brought along with other
automotive items and set
about on a new restoration of
the house. She scattered the
red ants, who had already
taken possession of the porch,