It just couldn’t fly fast enough, but clawed the air with its spidery arms, desperate for speed and shrieking in total panic. The chase broke into the open.įirst out of the forest came a bug, a bat, a black, bulb-eyed thing, its dark wings whirring, its breath pouring out like a long yellow ribbon. The trees ended abruptly where the Amhurst Dairy began. More cries and screams, more flashing lights! Suddenly the forest was filled with them. No one could have.īut the commotion started behind a dismal little rented farmhouse just south of Fred Potter’s place-a flapping, a fluttering, a free-for-all, and then a cry, a long, eerie shriek, an echoing, slobbering wail that raced into the forest like a train whistle through a town, loud, muffled, loud, muffled, moving this way and that through the trees like a hunted animal then a flash of light, a fireball, blinking and burning through the forest, moving with blinding speed, right behind that siren, almost on top of it. The fields and farms right across the Toe Springs–Claytonville Road were getting warmer and greener with each day, and now the evening breeze was carrying a lot of mid-April smells-apple and cherry blossoms, plowed dirt, a little mud, some cattle, some manure. Two retirees sat in their chairs in front of the barbershop, putting in their idle hours.
The lights were winking out in the local mercantile.
Myers’s son was bringing all the lawn mowers and tillers in for the night at the Myers Feed and Farm Store. All the employees at the Bergen Door Company had clocked out, and the security guard was checking the locks. The workday was over, supper was on in most of the homes, the stores were locking up, the tavern was filling up. Bacon’s Corner was nothing special, just one of those little farming towns far from the interstate, nothing more than a small hollow dot on the AAA road map, with exit signs that offered gas, no lodging, maybe a little food if the place was open, and little more. Urn:oclc:855181080 Republisher_date 20170826180436 Republisher_operator Republisher_time 643 Scandate 20170826035807 Scanner COULD HAVE begun in any town. OL68907W Page-progression lr Page_number_confidence 94.46 Pages 458 Ppi 300 Related-external-id urn:isbn:0816156999 Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 13:15:08.604855 Bookplateleaf 0004 Boxid IA1156401 City Wheaton, Ill.
0 kommentar(er)
