Caveat Calcei Emancipation. Liberation. Evolution. One step at a time.

I wish that someone else had written this

“My sweet little blue-eyed girl,” he said in a half-sung sigh that had nothing to do with her brown eyes but was taken up just the same by the vast sunlit reaches of the land behind him and on all sides of him—so much land that Connie had never seen before and did not recognize except to know that she was going to it.

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?

First published in Epoch, Fall 1966. Included in Prize Stories : O Henry Award Winners (1968), and The Best American Short Stories (1967).

Copyright © by Joyce Carol Oates