It was while waiting at the corner of Third Avenue that she saw the man: an old man, bowlegged and stooped under an armload of bulging packages; he wore a shabby brown coat and a checkered cap. Suddenly she realized they were exchanging a smile: there was nothing friendly about this smile, it was merely two cold flickers of recognition. But she was certain she had never seen him before.Truman Capote is such an atmospheric writer. More than that, he has a way of capturing an ugly undercurrent with beautiful prose, layering it, occasionally, more than it deserves. The interplay between Mrs Miller and the young Miriam in this story have such an ominous tone to them, and raises a lot of really compelling questions about age and loneliness.
You can read 'Miriam' by Truman Capote over at Literary Fictions.
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