it's me Miss Brill
fiction
edward w pritchard
It's me Miss Brill waiting to see if the author Katherine Mansfield has sent me flowers this year for Valentine's day.
To you vegans out there I must apologize if I wear the fur coat for a few hours this Sunday to hear the orchestra play and have a slice of cake from the bakery. I promise to put the fur back in the box soon and not listen for the sound of someone crying.
My, my could Katherine Porter write; illusion, isolation, alienation and loneliness from a third person omniscient point of view in a few short pages.
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