Shortfictions by Stephen King Set 3 by Md Reda R (ed)

Author:Md Reda R (ed) [R, Md Reda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Afterward

Any dedicated moon-watcher will know that, regardless of the year, I have taken a good many liberties with the lunar cycle-usually to take advantage of days (Valentine’s, July 4th, etc.) which “mark” certain months in our minds. To those readers who feel that I didn’t know any better, I assert that I did … but the temptation was simply too great to resist.

Stephen King

August 4, 1983

END

Gramma

George’s mother went to the door, hesitated there, came back, and tousled George’s hair. “I don’t want you to worry,” she said. “You’ll be all right. Gramma, too.”

“Sure. I’ll be okay. Tell Buddy to lay chilly.”

“Pardon me?”

George smiled. “To stay cool.”

“Oh. Very funny.” She smiled back at him, a distracted, going-in-six-directions-at-once smile. “George, are you sure — “

“I’ll be fine.”

Are you sure what? Are you sure you’re not scared to be alone with Gramma? Was that what she was going to ask?

If it was, the answer is no. After all, it wasn’t like he was six anymore, when they had first come here to Maine to take care of Gramma, and he had cried with terror whenever Gramma held out her heavy arms toward him from her white vinyl chair that always srnelled of the poached eggs she ate and the sweet bland powder George’s mom rubbed into her flabby, wrinkled skin; she held out her white-elephant arms, wanting him to come to her and be hugged to that huge and heavy old white-elephant body. Buddy had gone to her, had been enfolded in Gramma’s blind embrace, and Buddy had come out alive… but Buddy was two years older.

Now Buddy had broken his leg and was at the CMG Hospital in Lewiston.

“You’ve got the doctor’s number if something should go wrong. Which it won’t. Right?”

“Sure,” he said, and swallowed something dry in his throat. He smiled. Did the smile look okay? Sure. Sure it did. He wasn’t scared of Gramma anymore. After all, he wasn’t six anymore. Mom was going up to the hospital to see Buddy and he was just going to stay here and lay chilly. Hang out with Gramma awhile. No problem.

Mom went to the door again, hesitated again, and came back again, smiling that distracted, going-six-ways-at-once smile. “If she wakes up and calls for her tea — “

“1 know,” George said, seeing how scared and worried she was underneath that distracted smile. She was worried about Buddy, Buddy and his dumb Pony League, the coach had called and said Buddy had been hurt in a play at the plate, and the first George had known of it (he was just home from school and sitting at the table eating some cookies and having a glass of Nestle’s Quik) was when his mother gave a funny little gasp and said, Hurt? Buddy? How bad?

“I know all that stuff, Mom. I got it knocked. Negative perspiration. Go on, now.”

“You’re a good boy, George. Don’t be scared. You’re not scared of Gramma anymore, are you?”

“Huh-uh,” George said. He smiled. The smile felt pretty good;

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