one foot in front of the other -- through leaves, over bridges Somewhere far away an automobile started nagged and failed, nagged and failed, fell still. Catharine came out from under her tree, knelt by Newt. Newt? she said. Hm? he said. He opened his eyes. Late, she said. Hello, Catharine, he said. Hello, Newt, she said. I love you, he said. I know, she said. Too late, he said. Too late, she said. He stood, stretched groaningly. A very nice walk, he said. I thought so, she said. Part company here? he said. Where will you go? she said. Hitch into town, turn myself in, he said. Good luck, she said. You too, he said. Marry me, Catharine? No, she said. He smiled, stared at her hard for a moment, then walked away quickly. Catharine watched him grow smaller in the long perspective of shadows and trees, knew that if he stopped and turned now, if he called to her, she would run to him. She would have no choice. - Kurt Vonnegut (1922-2007), Long Walk to Forever (1968) Darn it, Kurt. I have to learn to write like this.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Feb 2014 13:47:54 +0000
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