Sunday, June 3, 2012

Crossing-over

In late March, there’d been a sleet storm throughout north-central New Jersey. Her husband had died several days before. There was no connection, she knew. But since that time she’d begun to notice at twilight a curious glistening to the air. Often, she found herself in the doorway of her house, or outside, not remembering how she’d got there. For long minutes, she would stare as the colors faded and a glassy light emerged from the sky and from the Scotch pines surrounding the house. It did not seem to her a natural light, and in weak moments she thought, This is the crossing-over time. She watched, not knowing what she might be seeing. She felt aroused, vigilant. She felt apprehension. She wondered if the strange glistening to the air had always been there but in her previous, protected life she hadn’t noticed it.

Joyce Carol Oates, Pumpkin-Head


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2 comments:

Marie Roget said...

THIS is yet another reason why I'm glad you're back from the busman's hiatus, Rot. Oates is one of my all time fave authors- thanks for posting!

Did I mention yet how glad I am you're back?
;->

Rot said...

Thanks : )