Hi people, is a pleasure to find a place where Ray Bradbury´s readers are living.
I am deeply dissapointed with my memory, hope you can help.
Many years ago I was reading a story in a book, a chapter may be, and now I can´t find it, even after a long revision work.
In a particular piece of that story, there were just a man and a woman sitting on top of a hill, and they were talking about the intense strange feeling of staying in the middle of the american continent, only sorrounded by earth, with no other people in thousands of miles.
That is all I remember, sorry, nothing before nor after, and would be truly happy to meet again with that book, if anyone of you can recognize what am I telling.
Thanks in advance.
MR4, the only Ray Bradbury story I could think of that comes close to what you have described is "The Last Night of the World", originally published in Esquire Magazine in 1951. A link to that story is below if you would like to check it out. Perhaps other Board members will have additional ideas.
Thanks a lot Richard for your link, I ve enjoyed that beautiful story, yet not is my mysterious one.
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