One Hundred Years of Solitude

into the street on one
occasion, when she was very
old, with shoes the color of
old silver and a hat made of
tiny flowers, during the time
that the Wandering Jew
passed through town and
brought on a heat wave that
was so intense that birds
broke through window
screens to come to die in the
bedrooms. The last time
anyone saw her alive was
when with one shot she killed