Rey Bredberi

She took a breath, waited, and then replied, “No. ” “What?” His cry startled the birds. The canopy jerked. “No,” she said firmly. “It's settled. I won't go.” He looked at her. They did not speak after that. She turned away. The birds flew on, down the wind.

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brass nozzle in his fists

And, after all, isn’t that what life is all about, the ability to go around back and come up inside other people’s heads to look out at the damned fool miracle and say: oh, so that’s how you see it!? Well, now, I must remember that.