Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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―Of course.‖<br />
The quilt and the sheets under the quilt were lowering, melting to rest. The whisper grew<br />
fainter.<br />
―Wherever you go . . . ‖ began Quartermain.<br />
Yes?<br />
―I wish you a long life, a good life, a happy one.‖<br />
Thank you.<br />
A pause. Silence. Quartermain found he didn‘t know what to say next.<br />
Goodbye then?<br />
The old man nodded, his eyes misted with tears.<br />
His bed, the coverlet, his body was flat as a tabletop. What had been there for seventy<br />
years was now totally and completely gone.<br />
―Goodbye,‖ said Mr. Quartermain into the still night air.<br />
I wonder, he thought, where, oh just where in hell he has gone?<br />
The great courthouse clock struck three. And Mr. Quartermain slept.<br />
***<br />
Douglas opened his eyes in the dark. The town clock finished the last stroke of three.<br />
He looked at the ceiling. Nothing. He looked at the windows. Nothing. Only the night<br />
breeze fl uttered the pale curtains.
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