Narcís Oller

"I found myself in the grips of an obsession: death, death, death. All of the dead in my family were turning up in my thoughts. My good grandfather, my little brother, an old maid whose body I had seen lain out-they reappeared before my eyes, lying on black biers, as pale as wax, with sunken eyes, turned to stone in the impressive state of eternal slumber."Translated from Catalan by G. López de GórgolasGenre: short storyLength: 2, 200 words