One of them is longing for the native land. The story talks about an elder man who has moved from a small village into a big city and he can’t find a place for himself. The city is too big for him, everything here is different;from the trees to the greenery.
The familiar world is lost forever. There is no river here, and he doesn’t notice the smell of the earth and warmth of the sun.
Everyone seems like a stranger to him. The only thing that reminds him of his native South is a pot of geraniums, which stands by the window of the house across.
This is a link to the text of the story:
https://biblioklept.org/2014/02/24/the-geranium-flannery-oconnor/
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