Home / Amputee (60th Anniversary - Flannery O'Connor Issue) (Short Story)
You're wondering how we meet. People like us. "Excuse me?"--near closing time at the library & suddenly he's looming over me. His manner is friendly-anxious & his eyes behind steel-rimmed glasses are dark & shining like globules of oil. He smells of wettish wool, something chalky & acrid. He's a neatly dressed man in his late thirties whom I have seen previously in the library, at a little distance. Or maybe I have seen him elsewhere in Barnegat. His breathing is oddly quickened & shallow as if he's just run up a steep flight of stairs with a question only Jane Erdley Circulation can answer.