Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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jar, you could almost snap them to life, as if you were running bits of film over your eyeballs so<br />
that the tiny things became large and then larger, shaping themselves into fingers, hands, palms,<br />
wrists, elbows, until finally, asleep, the last shape opened wide its dull, blue, lashless eyes and<br />
fixed you with its gaze that cried, Look! See! I am trapped here forever! What am I? What is the<br />
question, what, what? Could it be, you there, below, outside looking in, could it be that I am . . .<br />
you ?<br />
Beside him, rooted to the grass, stood Charlie and Will and Tom.<br />
―What was that all about?‖ Will whispered.<br />
―I almost—‖ Doug started but Tom interrupted, tears running down his cheeks.<br />
―How come I‘m crying?‖<br />
―Why would anyone be crying?‖ said Will, but his eyes were wet, too. ―Darn,‖ he<br />
whispered.<br />
They heard a creaking sound. From the corner of his eye, Douglas saw a woman go by<br />
pushing a carriage in which something struggled and cried.<br />
Beyond in the afternoon crowd, a pretty woman walked arm in arm with a sailor. Down<br />
by the lake a mob of girls played tag, hair fl ying, leaping, bounding, measuring the sand with<br />
swift feet. The girls ran away down the shore and Douglas, hearing their laughter, turned his<br />
gaze back to the tent, the entry, and the large strange question mark.<br />
Douglas started to move back toward the tent, like a sleepwalker.<br />
―Doug?‖ said Tom. ―Where you going? You going back in to look at all that junk again?‖<br />
―Maybe.‖<br />
―Why?‖ exploded Will. ―Creepy-looking stuff that someone stuck in old pickle jars. I‘m<br />
going home.<br />
C‘mon.‖<br />
―You go on,‖ said Doug.<br />
―Besides,‖ said Will, passing a hand across his forehead, ―I don‘t feel so good. Maybe<br />
I‘m scared. How about you?‖<br />
―What‘s to be scared of?‖ said Tom. ―Like you said, it‘s just some creepy old stuff .‖<br />
―See you later, guys.‖ Doug walked slowly to the entryway and stopped in the shadows.<br />
―Tom, wait for me.‖ Doug vanished.