Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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Tom consulted his watch, proudly. ―One hour and twelve minutes!‖<br />
―Holy smoke!‖ Charlie squeezed his face into a mask. ―My stomach‘s a prune ! They‘ll<br />
have to feed me with a tube. I‘m dead. Send for my folks. Tell ‘em I loved ‘em.‖ Charlie shut his<br />
eyes and flung himself backward onto the floorboards.<br />
―Two hours,‖ said Tom, later. ―Two whole hours we‘ve been starving, Doug. That‘s<br />
sockdolager! If only we can throw up after supper, we‘re set.‖<br />
―Boy,‖ said Charlie, ―I feel like that time at the dentist and he jammed that needle in me.<br />
Numb! And if the other guys had more guts, they‘d tell you they‘re bound for Starved Rock, too.<br />
Right, fellas? Think about cheese! How about crackers?‖<br />
Everyone moaned.<br />
Charlie ran on. ―Chicken à la king!‖<br />
They groaned.<br />
―Turkey drumsticks!‖<br />
“See.” Tom poked Doug‘s elbow. ―You got ‘em writhing! Now where‘s your<br />
revolution?!‖<br />
―Just one more day!‖<br />
―And then?‖<br />
―Limited rations.‖<br />
―Gooseberry pie, apple-butter, onion sandwiches?‖<br />
―Cut it out, Charlie.‖<br />
―Grape jam on white bread!‖<br />
―Stop!‖<br />
―No, sir!‖ Charlie snorted. ―Tear off my chevrons, General. This was fun for the first ten<br />
minutes. But there‘s a bulldog in my belly. Gonna go home, sit down real polite, wolf me half a<br />
banana cake, two liverwurst sandwiches, and get drummed outta your dumb old army, but at<br />
least I‘ll be a live dog and no shriveled-up mummy, whining for leftovers.‖<br />
―Charlie,‖ Doug pleaded, ―you‘re our strong right arm."<br />
Doug jumped up and made a fist, his face blood-red. All was lost. This was terrible. Right