Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Chapter Two, Part One

Tom Watkins was on the floor. He did not know how he had gotten here but he knew where he was because he could feel the concrete trembling under him. It had stopped jumping up and down.

In the darkness, Tom knew that someone was lying on top of him. He could feel a blanket, which made him think this person was probably Rena Stark.

She was moaning to God to come and save.

Someone was at his left. He thought this was Cissie, but he wasn’t sure. She wasn’t doing any moaning. Crumbling and grinding sounds were still coming from the walls and from the ceiling above, but the large chunks of concrete had stopped falling. Somewhere a woman was whispering, “Ave Maria…Ave Maria…Ave Maria…” This whisper faded slowly into silence.

Tom heard another woman exclaim, like a surprised and delighted child, “Daddy! I haven’t seen you in such a long time, not since…not since you died.” Alarm grew in the voice. “What are you doing here, Daddy? Didn’t you die?” The alarm in the voice changed to a happy wonder. Then the wonder was gone. So was the voice.



“You’re on top of me. Get off.”

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