Michael Malone - Weebly

Shocked, Hayes realized he was getting ready to
ejaculate. He spun some toilet paper quickly off the roll.
The MG hurried past Elizabeth Circle, where
Evelyn Troyes phoned Tracy Canopy to come help her
make sandwiches to take up to the fire fighters. Past all
the houses where Dingleyans stood in various stages of
dishabille and watched from various vantage points as
sulfurous clouds illumined by flames surged and swirled
through a red sky. Up Cromwell Hill Road and on to
Argyle. But all Winslow Abernathy could think of was
the absurd notion that if Judith Haig were dying, he had
only to get there in time to grab hold of both her hands
and then he could pull her back, out of the arms of
death.
Wind gusted at the little car, swerving it and
frightening him. He took a harder grip on the wheel.
Across the sky of Dingley Falls fire was blown in
squalls. Up on her widow's walk still at 2:00 A.M.,
Ramona Dingley in her white cotton nightshirt leaned on
her cane. She watched in horror as hundreds of trees
burned, the trees of her past, her town's trees. At some
point in her vigil she thought of the government base