One Hundred Years of Solitude

compressed ash, sawdust, and
quicklime, the cemetery still
smelled of powder for many
years after, until the engineers
from the banana company
covered the grave over with a
shell of concrete. As soon as
they took the body out,
Rebeca closed the doors of
her house and buried herself
alive, covered with a thick
crust of disdain that no
earthly temptation was ever
able to break. She went out