PAST
TENSE FEMININE GENDER, by Le Wilhelm.
Alma, a young woman welcoming a new
century on New Year’s Eve, 1900.
ALMA. It’s a beautiful
night. Not a cloud in the sky. Looking out the window you see a million
stars. I don’t know if I have ever seen
a finer night than this. There’s snow on
the ground and the light from the moon and stars reflects off the white land. I’m all dressed up because it’s New Year’s
Eve. This dress was made a company in
Philadelphia. It’s my first dress that
I’ve ever had that wasn’t made by my momma.
I like it a lot, but I like a dress that’s made by my momma too, ‘cause
I get to watch it being born. And I get
to try it on and even make suggestions sometimes when she’s in a good mood.
In just a few seconds it
will be a brand new century!! You can
probably hear them downstairs. That’s
where the party is going on. I snuck up
here to the attic room so I could be by myself.
I love it up here. I always go
here when I want to be alone. I also
like to look out the window at the hills and the river. Tonight I’m up here waiting for the twentieth
century to arrive.
Because it’s a new
century, everyone has been acting strange, real excited and planning big
parties. Well, that’s what most people
are doing. Some folks in town have said
that this is the end of time. My parents
don’t believe that’s going to happen and neither do I, so they’re having a
party. I feel kind of sorry for all
those people who believe the world’s going to end ‘cause when it don’t, I guss
they’re going to be terribly disappointed and feel downright foolish. I know I would! If I had gone around telling everyone the end
is near, and then the end doesn’t end.
I’d feel like an idiot.
You probably think it’s
odd that I don’t want to be downstairs at the party with my friends and family
where all the fun’s going on. I just
want to be by myself. So I can remember
it. I want to be able to remember when
the twentieth century dawned. I know
it’s just a date on the calendar . . . but still it’s a new century . . . my
century – it’s when I’m going to love most of my life . . . and no one knows
what’s going to happen . . . all kinds of changes . . . all sorts of wonderful things that I’m going
to be a part of. I’m curious and I’m
scared . . . and I’m excited . . .
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