Miss Brill

A woman sits in a park listening to the conversations of passersby and imagining the rest of their lives, all the while feeling better than them and looking down on them. A pure form of loneliness, and even worse, she doesn’t realize that the other people consider her the strange woman who talks to herself.

This was a sad little story. While I found the writing decent, but not great, the story was moving at the time, but ultimately rather forgettable. Even more so for the other two stories in the collection.