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.
Miss Brill (Little Black Classics #72) – Katherine Mansfield