ANNA Garner took one of her china plates from the buffet and stood gazing at it for a second. She could see her reflected image on its shiny surface. It always startled her for a second whenever she caught a glimpse of herself unexpectedly. She could never quite associate that plump face creased with numerous wrinkles and wreathed with white hair with herself...
"An Old Buffet And A China Cup,"
Sketch: Vol. 37
, Article 6.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol37/iss6/6