FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   >>  
th the pillow and sheets, listening half-consciously to those heavy trucks rumbling by, and in my mind, always, that little gray ball, bouncing and bouncing and bouncing.... At daybreak, I came abruptly fully awake with the sound of crashing echoing in my ears, a battering sound that seemed to come from the basement. I grabbed my coat and pants, rushed out of the room, almost knocked over Farnsworth, who was struggling to get his shoes on out in the hall, and we scrambled down the two flights of stairs together. The place was a chaos, battered and bashed equipment everywhere, and on the floor, overturned against the far wall, the table that the ball had been clamped to. The ball itself was gone. I had not been fully asleep all night, and the sight of that mess, and what it meant, jolted me immediately awake. Something, probably a heavy truck, had started a tiny oscillation in that ball. And the ball had been heavy enough to start the table bouncing with it until, by dancing that table around the room, it had literally torn the clamp off and shaken itself free. What had happened afterward was obvious, with the ball building up velocity with every successive bounce. But where was the ball now? Suddenly Farnsworth cried out hoarsely, "Look!" and I followed his outstretched, pudgy finger to where, at one side of the basement, a window had been broken open--a small window, but plenty big enough for something the size of a basketball to crash through it. There was a little weak light coming from outdoors. And then I saw the ball. It was in Farnsworth's back yard, bouncing a little sluggishly on the grass. The grass would damp it, hold it back, until we could get to it. Unless.... I took off up the basement steps like a streak. Just beyond the back yard, I had caught a glimpse of something that frightened me. A few yards from where I had seen the ball was the edge of the big six-lane highway, a broad ribbon of smooth, hard concrete. [Illustration] I got through the house to the back porch, rushed out and was in the back yard just in time to see the ball take its first bounce onto the concrete. I watched it, fascinated, when it hit--after the soft, energy absorbing turf, the concrete was like a springboard. Immediately the ball flew high in the air. I was running across the yard toward it, praying under my breath, _Fall on that grass next time_. It hit before I got to it, and right on the concrete again, a
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   >>  



Top keywords:

bouncing

 
concrete
 
basement
 

Farnsworth

 
bounce
 
window
 
rushed
 

Unless

 

streak

 

frightened


glimpse
 

caught

 

consciously

 

basketball

 
plenty
 
rumbling
 

trucks

 

coming

 

outdoors

 
sluggishly

Immediately
 

springboard

 

energy

 

absorbing

 
running
 

breath

 

praying

 
listening
 

Illustration

 
sheets

smooth
 

ribbon

 

highway

 

watched

 

fascinated

 
pillow
 

battering

 

clamped

 

overturned

 
echoing

crashing

 

asleep

 

equipment

 

grabbed

 
struggling
 

scrambled

 

battered

 
bashed
 

flights

 

stairs