1956—A flying mattress

1956—A flying mattress

(SAMPLE OF BOOK I)

…. Half a block up the street, coming from the east, and under the red sun, an elderly woman with a hunched body was approaching. After a short time, she came within two yards from where I was standing. Spooked, I quickly moved back toward the picket fence. She wore a long, black shawl that covered her head and shoulders. In the dark, hollow space of the shawl, her face disappeared. Only a few strands of white hair, the tip of a curved nose, and a pair of eyes were barely detectable. Her body was bony, and with each meticulous step, her clothes trembled. She approached with a slow but steady gate, and, as she came close, I heard a hoarse and deep breathing that sounded almost like a growl. I shook. When she came close to the bundle of quilts, she stopped, stared, and vacillated a few seconds. She lifted her cane and stabbed the bundle a couple of times. The bundle of quilts recoiled like a worm in a cocoon. The movement in the quilts puzzled her. Then she lifted her cane to swing at it…

 

1956—The Dime Lady knocks

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