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Alms for the Dying; Collected Short Stories: 1991-1992
A Friendly Visit
Chapter 5 Page 6
Alms for the Dying; Collected Short Stories: 1991-1992
A Friendly Visit
Chapter 5 Page 6
. . . shit, he cursed in a whisper, it IS coming straight for us! Instantly sober, Ron jumped up and ran around the small pond, his booted feet stomping the weeds flat, slipping in cow patties. But he charged onward; he ran for his life. His heart pumped queasily, slowed by too many hamburgers and burritos, but Ron didn't care. He knew if he didn't make it to the truck, he was dead . . .
. . . for, high in the sky but falling fast, a great light was growing and shining on them. It was a fiery light, a ragged light. It looked like the very eye of Satan. Mike was right--the falling star or the meteor, or whatever, was headed directly for their small stock pond . . . and them!
His breathing harsh and wheezing, Ron rounded one end of the pond. Faintly, far away, he thought he could hear a muted roar, as if a blast furnace was slowly being fanned to life.
Ron only stopped once to look back. Now the light was a huge circle of boiling flame, as wide as a football field and getting bigger.
"Jesus, Lord," he panted under his breath, "Jesus, Lord I'm gonna die." Push! Push, Ron! MOVE YOUR FAT ASS!
. . . for, high in the sky but falling fast, a great light was growing and shining on them. It was a fiery light, a ragged light. It looked like the very eye of Satan. Mike was right--the falling star or the meteor, or whatever, was headed directly for their small stock pond . . . and them!
His breathing harsh and wheezing, Ron rounded one end of the pond. Faintly, far away, he thought he could hear a muted roar, as if a blast furnace was slowly being fanned to life.
Ron only stopped once to look back. Now the light was a huge circle of boiling flame, as wide as a football field and getting bigger.
"Jesus, Lord," he panted under his breath, "Jesus, Lord I'm gonna die." Push! Push, Ron! MOVE YOUR FAT ASS!
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