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Johnny Bullet
At the Very Far Away Ends of It All
Chapter 1 Page 6
Johnny Bullet
At the Very Far Away Ends of It All
Chapter 1 Page 6
The first experience I had of the town and its people came in the shape of an old man and his lazy dog. They stood at the side of the road, him leaning on a rusted and dented mailbox perched alongside a dirt drive, the dog sleeping in the weeds at his feet. He wore ragged black trousers, a faded black shirt, and a battered fedora, also black. His face was pale and long and infinitely experienced.
He watched me near, his expression slack but observant. He watched me pass with the same face. At my back, when I was but a stride beyond him, I heard him spit. I heard him mutter curses. I thought I heard my own name among them.
When I turned, he was gone, though the overgrowth of foliage alongside the dirt drive shuddered to betray his passage. The dog yet lay in the weeds, its heavy head lifted to watch its master's fading back.
Then it turned its doleful eyes upon mine, as if to caution. Do not go that way. For that way is the end of all things.
Within its watery eyes, I saw flames, a great burning. I saw faces, swarming faces all contorted and twisted with murderous madness, craven lunacy, stark terror. I saw the end... of the world, perhaps.
He watched me near, his expression slack but observant. He watched me pass with the same face. At my back, when I was but a stride beyond him, I heard him spit. I heard him mutter curses. I thought I heard my own name among them.
When I turned, he was gone, though the overgrowth of foliage alongside the dirt drive shuddered to betray his passage. The dog yet lay in the weeds, its heavy head lifted to watch its master's fading back.
Then it turned its doleful eyes upon mine, as if to caution. Do not go that way. For that way is the end of all things.
Within its watery eyes, I saw flames, a great burning. I saw faces, swarming faces all contorted and twisted with murderous madness, craven lunacy, stark terror. I saw the end... of the world, perhaps.
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