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Alms for the Dying; Collected Short Stories: 1991-1992
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Chapter 1 Page 14
Alms for the Dying; Collected Short Stories: 1991-1992
Run
Chapter 1 Page 14
Andy ran up, cupping his hands to catch the liquid. It sparkled like quick silver in the sunlight as it fell, and it was cold in Andy's grip. But the water couldn't be held. You either sucked it up out of your cupped palms, or you watched it bleed away to the thirsty earth at your feet. Andy sucked it up.
Just then there was a rattle from the road. Little Andy Taylor looked up from satiating his thirst. Bobby was quick to abandon the pump and charge down the drive, toward the brown, muddy road. Daddy was home!
Bobby was running down the driveway. As all little brothers, Andy gave chase, wanting to be there, too, when Daddy climbed out of the truck. Wanting to get his share of the hugs and kisses and presents. Because Daddy always brought presents for his little troopers!
"Daddy's back! Daddy's back! Hey Mom! Daddy's home, again!" Laughing, Bobby rushed ahead. Andy imitated the cry, his little legs churning the white dust of the gravel driveway. His falling footsteps were staccato taps in his ears, like distant gunfire.
His breathing was harsh and ragged. Little Andy's arms were working like well oiled machinery, his feet were pistons. He was gaining on his older brother.
Just then there was a rattle from the road. Little Andy Taylor looked up from satiating his thirst. Bobby was quick to abandon the pump and charge down the drive, toward the brown, muddy road. Daddy was home!
Bobby was running down the driveway. As all little brothers, Andy gave chase, wanting to be there, too, when Daddy climbed out of the truck. Wanting to get his share of the hugs and kisses and presents. Because Daddy always brought presents for his little troopers!
"Daddy's back! Daddy's back! Hey Mom! Daddy's home, again!" Laughing, Bobby rushed ahead. Andy imitated the cry, his little legs churning the white dust of the gravel driveway. His falling footsteps were staccato taps in his ears, like distant gunfire.
His breathing was harsh and ragged. Little Andy's arms were working like well oiled machinery, his feet were pistons. He was gaining on his older brother.
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