The old woman sat on some front steps, playing catch with herself with a bright orange
ball, tossing it high with her right hand, catching it in her left, tossing it less high with her left,
catching it in her right. A man, pausing to light a cigarette, looked at her and laughed. She tossed
the ball, caught it. “I’m rewilding,” she said.

“You mean your garden?”

She looked at him then, and smiled a very, very thin smile. She tossed the ball. It hung in
the air, and across the street, a hundred bees suddenly began to hum. “No.”

Patricia Russo’s work has appeared in One Art, Acropolis Journal, The Twin Bird Review, Revolution John, and Metachrosis Literary.