“You’re trespassing, Deputy.”
Groggily, Wilbur didn’t answer, the terrible heat, and the drugs prevented him from doing so.
“Hear me?”
“I don’t understand?”
Pilgrim laughed, at him, mocking him.
“What have you done to me?” Wilbur fell to his knees, dizzied.
“Whatever we want to do with you, law man? What would you have us do with you?”
“Give up.”
“We couldn’t ever do that.”
“What then? Kill me?”
“We’ve got better plans than that for you law man.”
“What sort of plans? I’ll be missed, others will come looking for me; others will come.”
“And if they do, why should I care?”
“They’ll find my patrol car, they’ll arrest you; they’ll arrest all of you for what you’ve done.”
There was considerable silence before the floating man answered Wilbur’s charges, but the clamber of a baby crying scuttled the conversation, regardless of the doubtless discourse, the ruin of murmuring.
“Fiends!”
Laughter followed, “What’s the matter?”
Wilbur’s sobered expression suggested that the floating man was a play on light, or a fabrication like the other things he had seen that night
Hi Paul. This fevered scene doesn't feel like a a fabrication. I'm a bit confused by the last sentence, which seems to be from the POV of Wilbur, yet he's describing his own expression?
ReplyDeleteHi James,the narrator's describing Wilbur's expression, is all . . . Thanks for stopping James, you're the Man. . .
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