Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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―Is that another?‖<br />
Doug looked at her face and said, ―You look like you‘re enjoying this.‖<br />
―I don‘t know,‖ said Lisabell. ―It‘s kind of strange, but the more I hear, I —‖ And here<br />
she smiled a strange smile. The whispers and the cries and murmurs from the house grew louder<br />
and Doug felt his whole body turn hot and then cold and then warm again.<br />
Finally he reached down and found a large stone by the front of the house, reared his<br />
hand back, and flung it through the glass panes of the front door.<br />
The glass exploded with a loud crash and the door creaked open, slowly. Suddenly, all<br />
the ghosts wailed at the same moment.<br />
―Doug!‖ cried Lisabell. ―Why did you do that?‖<br />
―Because . . .‖ said Doug.<br />
And then it happened.<br />
There was a rush of feet, a torrent of whispers, and a swirling mob of white shapes burst<br />
out of the house and down the stairs and along the path and away into the ravine.<br />
―Doug,‖ said Lisabell. ―Why‘d you do that?‖<br />
―Because,‖ said Doug, ―I couldn‘t stand it anymore. Someone had to scare them out.<br />
Someone had to act like they knew what they were doing. I bet they won‘t come back.‖<br />
―That‘s terrible,‖ said Lisabell. ―Why would you want ghosts not to be here?‖<br />
―Why would you think,‖ said Doug, ―that they had a right to be here? We don‘t even<br />
know who they were.‖<br />
―Well,‖ said Lisabell, angrily. ―Just for that I‘m going to teach you a lesson.‖<br />
―What?‖ said Douglas.<br />
And Lisabell stepped up to him, grabbed him by the ears, and planted an immense kiss on<br />
Douglas‘s mouth. It lasted only an instant, but it was a blow like a bolt of lightning that had<br />
come out of the air and struck his face and anguished his body.<br />
He shook from head to toe, his fingers extended, and somehow he imagined sparks firing<br />
out of his fingertips. His eyelids jittered and a fantastic flow of sweat broke out on his brow. He<br />
gasped and could not breathe.<br />
Lisabell stood back, surveying her creation: Douglas Spaulding, hit by lightning.