One Hundred Years of Solitude

immobilized her in her center
of gravity, planted her in her
place, and her defensive will
was demolished by the
irresistible anxiety to discover
what the orange whistles and
the invisible globes on the
other side of death were like.
She barely had time to reach
out her hand and grope for
the towel to put a gag
between her teeth so that she
would not let out the cat
howls that were already