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From: | Jamal Beasley |
Subject: | [Logo-bugs] Fwd: Read |
Date: | Sun, 31 Dec 2006 04:26:03 +0500 |
Her rejection of what he had written would be
easier to bear if he could blame it on the pain, but the truth was that the
pain had finally begun to subside a little. He sat in the wheelchair with the sample boxes of Novril in his lap and his broken legs stuck stiffly out in front of him and waited for the car to pass or turn in. Now the bees covered her in a thick and moving blanket; her eyes, open but unseeing, seemed to be receding into a living cave of crawling, stumbling, droning bees. It was too easy to imagine how his shattered bones would feel after ten or fifteen minutes of wriggling through cold puddles and melting snow, like a dying tadpole. Her rejection of what he
had written would be easier to bear if he could blame it on the pain, but the
truth was that the pain had finally begun to subside a little.
He sat in the wheelchair with the sample boxes of Novril in his lap and his broken legs stuck stiffly out in front of him and waited for the car to pass or turn in. Now the bees covered her in a thick and moving blanket; her eyes, open but unseeing, seemed to be receding into a living cave of crawling, stumbling, droning bees. It was too easy to imagine how his shattered bones would feel after ten or fifteen minutes of wriggling through cold puddles and melting snow, like a dying tadpole. |
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