The Age of Wonders

The Age of Wonders

The Age of Wonders

The Age of Wonders

Excerpt

Many years ago Mother and I took the night train home from the quiet, little-known retreat where we had spent the summer. The coach was new, and on one of its rounded walls was a poster of a girl holding a bunch of cherries in her hand. Our places were reserved, the seats solid and comfortable with embroidered white antimacassars on their headrests. The compartment door was open and a girl, very like the one in the poster, stood there with a wooden tray in her hands. She stood in the doorway for a long time and then suddenly, as if set in motion by some external command, started walking down the aisle serving coffee and cheesecake.

The blue darkness on the windows reminded me of the quiet waters by whose banks Mother and I had spent the summer. Abandoned objects . . .

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