![]() For a moment it seemed to be piling up there, thickening, and he had an alarming vision of it piling up enough to run onto the surface of the raft. He saw the thing nuzzling the side of the raft, flattening to a shape like half a pizza. "What's this shit, Pancho?" Randy looked-he looked very carefully. "It's trying to get under the raft," Deke said grimly. We're hardly in the middle of the Australian Outback, are we, Randy?" Randy said nothing. "If we have to spend the night out here, we do. "Shut your pie-hole," Deke said absently, and Randy laughed in spite of himself-no matter how many times Deke said that, it always slew him. His nose flared with pain, he felt blood run warmly down his face, and then he was able to step back, crying out: "Don't look at it Randy realized he was going to fall over, fall right into it, he could feel himself tilting out- With the last of his strength he brought his right fist up into his own nose-the gesture of a man stifling a cough, only a little high and a lot hard. It rose and fell with the waves and that changed the colors, made them swirl and blend. It came with an oily, frightening speed, and as it did, Randy saw the colors Rachel had seen-fantastic reds and yellows and blues spiraling across an ebony surface like limp plastic' or dark, lithe Naugahyde. We turned off Route 41, we came up eight miles of back road-" "If there's a caretaker, he probably pops by here on a bimonthly basis."ĭeke looked at him, his face full of a fierce concentration in the gloom. "Nothing to steal, nothing to vandalize," he said. She looked at Randy, her eyes telling him he could come back, put his arm around her, it was okay now. So she sat down, arms crossed over her breasts, hands cupping her elbows, shivering. His short hair was still dripping a little. ![]() Then Deke stepped back a little and the raft stabilized, with the left front corner (as they faced the shoreline) dipped down slightly more than the rest of the raft.ĭeke stood thoughtfully, head bent. Deke came to where Randy was and for a moment the raft tilted, scaring Randy's heart into a gallop and making LaVerne scream again. He thought he could see Deke's Camaro, but he wasn't sure. The trees behind it made a dark, bulking horizon line. ![]() He looked toward the shore and there was the beach, a ghostly white crescent that seemed to float. It just floated there, not coming any closer, but not going away, either. He looked away instead, back at the dark circle on the water. ![]()
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