Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister

filled his mouth. The children milled round and round, with Lisabell at the center of their
carousel.
Quartermain came hurtling along the rough path, his wheelchair almost flying, and nearly
crashed into the table. He gave a cry and sat on the outer edge of the milling crowd, a look of
immense satisfaction on his creased yellow face.
And then Mr. Bleak appeared and stood behind the wheelchair, smiling an altogether diff
erent kind of smile.
Douglas watched as Lisabell bent toward the cake.
The soft scent of the candles wafted on the breeze.
And there was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the
candles reflected in her dark eyes. Douglas held his breath. The entire world waited and held its
breath. Quartermain was frozen, gripping his chair as if it were his own body threatening to run
off with him. Fourteen candles. Fourteen years to be snuffed out and a goal set toward one more
as good or better. Lisabell seemed happy. She was floating down the great river of Time and
enjoying the trip, blissful with her journeying. The happiness of the insane was in her eye and
hand.
She exhaled a great breath, the smell of a summer apple.
The candles snuffed out.
The boys and girls crowded to the cake as Lisabell picked up a great silver knife. The sun
glinted off its edge in flashes that seared the eyes. She cut the cake and pushed the slice with the
knife and slipped it onto a plate. This plate she picked up and held with two hands. The cake was
white and soft and sweet- looking. Everyone stared at it. Old man Quartermain grinned like an
idiot. Bleak smiled sadly.
―Who shall I give the first piece to?‖ Lisabell cried.
She deliberated so long it seemed she must be put ting a part of herself into the soft color
and spun sugar of the frosting.
She took two slow steps forward. She was not smiling now. Her face was gravely serious.
She held out the cake upon the plate and handed it to Douglas.
She stood before Doug and moved her face so close to his that he could feel her breath on
his cheeks.
Douglas, startled, jumped back.
Shocked, Lisabell opened her eyes as she cried softly a word he could not at first hear.