Past Poetry by Zary Fekete
Janos picks up his friend's aunt and remembers her love of Hungarian poet Petofi.
A text message arrived one morning from my friend. His aunt was arriving from the countryside that morning for her annual physical. She was planning to stay at the apartment of her two oldest friends, two spinster sisters, but the friends were out, just then, at a cherry-picking festival. Would I be so kind to co…
A text message arrived one morning from my friend. His aunt was arriving from the countryside that morning for her annual physical. She was planning to stay at the apartment of her two oldest friends, two spinster sisters, but the friends were out, just then, at a cherry-picking festival. Would I be so kind to co…