Michael Malone - Weebly

Look what You've been doing here! To what
purpose? Don't burn it.
No bribe. Of what use an old soul like mine?
Wouldn't give You my best years. Won't insult You by
offering the dregs. I just stand here to ask You. Don't
burn this town. Absurd, ain't it, me come to You?
Here I am. Your serve."
She lost any sense of time there atop the white tall
house. Her arms shook, rattling the canes. Spasms in
her back jumped like current through her body. Her
hands were numb now but still held to the cold steel
handles. Then for an instant the air was still.
And then there came a rushing wind that blew over
the sky like the foaming sea, and the wind parted the
clouds. She heard the thunder, she saw the great arm of
lightning point down at earth.
Rain teemed out of the opened sky. And Ramona
Dingley, shivering as water splashed down her face,
lifted her head. "You!" she said.
"Quite a trick, you ask me. Preposterous to believe
You did it, of course." She smiled, her hand sliding from
a cane. "But won't deny I'm impressed." She slipped