Something Wicked This Way Comes

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Authors: Ray Bradbury
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and serene again.
        He swivelled his glance to Jim. Blinkclick. He had Jim flexed, focused, shot, developed, dried, filed away in the dark. Blinkclick.
        Yet this was only a boy standing in a hall with two other boys and a women. . .
        And all the while Jjm gazed steadily, back, feathers unruffled, taking his own pictures of Robert.
        'Have you boys had supper?', asked Miss Foley. 'We're just sitting down - '
        'We got to go!'
        Everyone looked at Will as if amazed he didn't want to stick here forever.
        'Jim - ' he stammered. 'Your mom's home alone - '
        'Oh, sure,' Jim said, reluctantly.
        'I know what.' The nephew paused for their attention. When their faces turned, Mr Cooger inside the nephew went silently blinkclick, blinkclick, listening through the toy ears, watching through the toycharm eyes, whetting the doll's mouth with a Pekingese tongue. 'Join us later for dessert, huh?'
        'Dessert?'
        'I'm taking Aunt Willa to the carnival.' The boy stroked Miss Foley's arm until she laughed nervously.
        'Carnival?' cried Will, and lowered his voice. 'Miss Foley, you said - '
        'I said I was foolish and scared myself,' said Miss Foley. 'It's Saturday night the best night for tent shows and showing my nephew the sights.'
        'Join us?' asked Robert, holding Miss Foley's hand. 'Later?'
        'Great!' said Jim.
        'Jim.' said Will. 'We been out all day. Your mom's sick.'
        'I forgot.' Jim, flashed him a look filled with purest snakepoison.
        Flick. The nephew made an Xray of both, showing them, no doubt, as cold bones trembling in warm flesh. He stuck out his hand.
        'Tomorrow, then. Meet you by the sideshows.'
        'Swell!' Jim grabbed the small hand.
        'So long!' Will jumped out the door, then turned with a last agonized appeal to the teacher.
        'Miss Foley. . .?'
        'Yes, Will?'
        Don't go with that boy, he thought. Don't go near the shows. Stay home, oh please! But then he said:
        'Mr Crosetti's dead.'
        She nodded, touched, waiting for his tears. And while she waited, he dragged Jim outside and the door swung shut on Miss Foley and the pink small face with the lenses in it going blinkclick, snapshotting two incoherent boys, and them fumbling down the steps in October dark, while the merrygoround started again in Will's head, rushing while the leaves in the trees above cracked and fried with wind. Aside, Will spluttered, 'Jim, you shook hands with him! Mr Cooger! You're not going to meet him!?'
        'It's Mr Cooger, all right. Boy, those eyes. If I met him tonight, we'd solve the whole shooting match. What's eating you, Will?'
        'Eating me!' At the bottom of the steps now, they tussled in fierce and frantic whispers, glancing up at the empty windows where, now and again, a shadow passed. Will stopped. The music turned in his head. Stunned, he squinched his eyes. 'Jim, the music that the calliope played when Mr Cooger got younger - '
        'Yeah?'
        'It was the “Funeral March”! Played backward!'
        'Which “Funeral March”?
        'Which! Jim, Chopin only wrote one tune! The “Funeral March”!'
        'But why played backward?'
        'Mr Cooger was marching away from the grave, not toward it, wasn't he, getting younger, smaller, instead of older and dropping dead?'
        'Willy, you're terrific!'
        'Sure, but - ' Will stiffened. 'He's there, The window, again. Wave at him. So long! Now, walk and whistle something. Not Chopin, for gosh sakes - '
        Jim waved. Will waved. Both whistled, 'Oh, Susanna.'
        The shadow gestured small in the high window.
        The boys hurried off down the street.
     
    20
     
    Two suppers were waiting in two houses.
        One parent yelled at Jim, two parents yelled at Will.
        Both were sent hungry upstairs.
        It started at seven o'clock It was done by seventhree.
        Doors slammed. Locks

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