A woman is sitting alone in a house. She knows she is alone in the whole world: every other living thing is dead. The doorbell rings.
About the Author
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (November 11, 1836 – March 19, 1907) was an American poet and writer.
Publication Details
Story originally published in The Book of Fantasy, Vol. 9, 1912.
Image
Detail from Vilhelm Hammershøi, The Collector of Coins, 1904
And many a skeleton shook his head.
‘Instead of preaching forty year,’
My neighbour Parson Thirdly said,
‘I wish I had stuck to pipes and beer.’
As the team’s head-brass flashed out on the turn
The lovers disappeared into the wood.
I sat among the boughs of the fallen elm
That strewed the angle of the fallow, and
Watched the plough narrowing a yellow square
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