Boys of Blur by N. D. Wilson

Author:N. D. Wilson [Wilson, N.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-449-81675-2
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2014-04-08T04:00:00+00:00

Charlie dreamed.

In his dream, an alligator ate his leg.

In his dream, Molly wore a rotting panther skin and chased him around, laughing.

In his dream, an old woman kissed him on the head and sang to him. She sang about love. She sang about running. About wind. About heroes and beauties and spicy rice. She sang about chains breaking and seas rising up to kiss the sun. But mostly, she sang about sleep. And when she did, he slept. And when he slept in his dream, he dreamed a new dream.

In his new dream, he ran barefoot on a dirt path between fields of cane. The dirt was a strange powder of forests, of fish, of birds, of men and women and children and wolves, of huge reptiles, and of mushrooms. It swirled beneath him as he ran, and every grain sparked into white flame when he touched it, and the flames swirled up in a cloud behind him, and he laughed, because he knew Molly would laugh and because he felt like a comet. His flaming tail was made of life, and every spark told a story about every living thing that had ever been and every living thing that would ever be.

Charlie laughed from the sheer joy of it, and he ran faster. His tail of sparks grew into a tornado, a hurricane, a galaxy of living dust, and still he ran.

He looked back at the cloud of life behind him and saw it rising up from the cane higher and brighter than any field fire and its smoke. But also in the cloud, there was a writhing shape. It had many limbs and wings and heads and hates. It was as black as nowhere and as empty as never, and it was swallowing the cloud of sparks. A long arm of dark emptiness lashed out and whipped itself around Charlie’s ankle.

Pain. Terror.

In his dream, Charlie would scream.

In his dream, the old woman would kiss him on the head and sing a different song, not about sleep. She would sing her song about spicy rice. Or the moon. Or a river. Or a tree with roots so deep that they grew straight through the whole world and became a forest on the other side.

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