Well, maybe I overestimated how much those who like to visit here, talk about Mr. B, buy his books, and post somewhat Bradburian items actually enjoy reading his stories!
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Actually, I guess the only thing about your guesses that I'd call close is the fact that someone is on the other side of a door from another. Thanks, though for guessing! I'll provide another clue, if necessary...
Posts: 3167 | Location: Box in Braling I's cellar | Registered: 02 July 2004
"He thought of the nights he had flinched in bed, thinking he heard her quietly pulling out the nails, pulling out the nails, touching at the bolts and slithering the latch..."This message has been edited. Last edited by: Braling II,
Posts: 3167 | Location: Box in Braling I's cellar | Registered: 02 July 2004
Here is a nearly a whole paragraph, omitting only the first sentence and a character's name)...
"...He heard [her] unlock her door and shut it and move delicately about her room with little tinkles of chinaware and chimes of cutlery, turning in a merry-go-round to make her dinner. He backed away from that door that was bolted, locked, latched, and driven shut with its four-inch hard steel nails. He thought of the nights he had flinched in bed, thinking he heard her quietly pulling out the nails, pulling out the nails, touching at the bolts and slithering the latch...And how it always took him an hour to turn away toward sleep after that."
This is a bittersweet tale, from the '50s, I'm fairly sure.
Posts: 3167 | Location: Box in Braling I's cellar | Registered: 02 July 2004
