One Hundred Years of Solitude

bothered her most about that
fleeting vision was that she
felt it was exactly like her, as
if she had seen herself twenty
years in advance. It was your
great-grandmother the queen,
her mother told her during a
truce in her coughing. She
died of some bad vapors
while she was cutting a string
of bulbs. Many years later,
when she began to feel she
was the equal of her great-
grandmother, Fernanda