Dorcas wasn't a fast walker. It was difficult for me to keep behind her. I tried to let others, joggers, and bicyclists, come between us. I followed her past a field where girls were playing soccer, and into the woods bordering Catamount Creek. The smell of pine needles underfoot was sharp, pungent. I seemed to know that I would always associate that smell with this afternoon, and with Dorcas.

About This Quote

About Joyce Carol Oates, Beasts

Joyce Carol Oates, Beasts.

More quotes by Joyce Carol Oates, Beasts

Related Quotes