Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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Tom winked at him as he flipped the lid off his pop.<br />
―You must learn to resist, so you can fight the good fight. Now,‖ he cried, holding his<br />
bottle out. ―Don‘t look so surprised. Pour!‖<br />
―My gosh!‖ Charlie Woodman slapped his brow. ―That‘s good root beer, Doug. Mine‘s<br />
good Orange Crush !‖<br />
Doug turned his bottle upside down. The root beer froth hissed out to join the clear<br />
stream rushing away to the lake. The others stared, the spectacle mirrored in each pair of eyes.<br />
―You want to sweat Orange Crush?‖ Douglas grabbed Charlie‘s drink. ―You want root<br />
beer spit, to be poisoned forever, to never get well? Once you‘re tall, you can‘t un- grow back,<br />
can‘t stab yourself with a pin and let the air out.‖<br />
Solemnly, the martyrs tilted their bottles.<br />
―Lucky crawfish.‖ Charlie Woodman slung his bottle at a rock. They all threw their<br />
bottles, like Germans after a toast, the glass crashing in bright splinters.<br />
They unwrapped the melting chocolate and butter chip and almond frivolities. Their teeth<br />
parted, their mouths watered. But their eyes looked to their general.<br />
―I solemnly pledge from now on: no candy, no pop, no poison.‖<br />
Douglas let his chocolate chunk drop like a corpse into the water, like a burial at sea.<br />
Douglas wouldn‘t even let them lick their fingers.<br />
Walking out of the ravine, they met a girl eating a vanilla ice cream cone. The boys<br />
stared, their tongues lolling. She took a cold dollop with her tongue. The boys blinked. She<br />
licked the cone and smiled. Perspiration broke out on a half dozen faces. One more lick, one<br />
more jut of that rare pink tongue, one more hint of cool vanilla ice cream and his army would<br />
revolt. Sucking in a deep breath, Douglas cried: ―Git!‖<br />
The girl spun around and ran.<br />
Douglas waited for the memory of the ice cream to fade, then said, quietly, ―There‘s ice<br />
water at Grandma‘s. March!‖