Saturday, September 9, 2017

It sounded like Lucky, except it didn't sound like the Lucky he remembered.

From Stephen King's Novel "Urf"...

The memory of Lucky triggered other thoughts, thoughts that Harlan had believed were buried in his past, like a stash of horror comic books in the attic. He had met the man in the ice cream truck before.

Urf. Urf.

It is best not to remember this, Harlan. It is best not to remember the back of the ice cream truck and what happened there.

The sound in the hallway was coming closer yet. It sounded like Lucky, except it didn't sound like the Lucky he remembered.

Urf. Urf.

It's not Lucky, Harlan. It is not Lucky, and it is not the man from the ice cream truck. It is not the man whose hot nicotine breath you felt on the back of your neck. It is not the man whose pants sat down upon his ankles, and the ice cream truck music played relentlessly, an abomination of childhood joy...

Urf. Urf.

Urf. Urf. Urf...


I am Laslo.



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