Driving Blind
One of Ray Bradbury’s classic short story collections, available in ebook for the first time.Over the course of a long and celebrated career, Ray Bradbury has traveled many roads: cruising down country highways that wound through the unseen heart of small-town America; exploring rutted backwoods paths that led to dark and dangerous places; racing at mach-speed along shimmering celestial turnpikes as limitless and exciting as the unbound imagination.DRIVING BLIND is a stunning collection of short fiction. With a steady hand on the wheel, the master once again transports us to remarkable places – and to warm and achingly familiar destinations of the heart, revealed as we've never seen them before in the brilliance of day or gloom of night. Here are unforgettable excursions to the fantastic, glorious grand tours through time and memory – interspersed with strange, unexpected side trips to the disturbing and eerie – where surprises are waiting around every curve and just beyond each mile marker.These are new roads we have never ridden before – sprawling interstates and lush, twisting rural routes fraught with dangers and delights of all manner, shape and substance. With Ray Bradbury in the driver's seat, the journey promises to be a memorable one. Come along and enjoy the ride.
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Ray Bradbury
DRIVING BLIND
STORIES
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“Night Train to Babylon” copyright © 1997 by Ray Bradbury; first appeared in the September/October issue of Ellery Queen. “Grand Theft” copyright © 1995 by Ray Bradbury; first appeared in the July 1995 issue of Ellery Queen. “Fee Fie Foe Fum” copyright © 1993 by Ray Bradbury; first appeared in Monsters in Our Midst, edited by Robert Bloch, Tor Books. “That Old Dog Lying in the Dust” copyright © 1974 by Ray Bradbury; first appeared in the October 1974 issue of Westways magazine, under the title “Mexicali Mirage.” All other stories are original to this collection, copyright © 1997 by Ray Bradbury.
Copyright © Ray Bradbury 1959
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Ebook Edition © JULY 2014 ISBN:9780007541744
Version: 2014–07–21
With undying love to
the early-arriving granddaughters, JULIA, CLAIRE, GEORGIA and MALLORY.
And to
the late-arriving grandsons, DANIEL, CASEY-RAY, SAMUEL and THEODORE.
Live forever!
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Night Train to Babylon
If MGM is Killed, Who Gets the Lion?
Hello, I Must Be Going
House Divided
Grand Theft
Remember Me?
Fee Fie Foe Fum
Driving Blind
I Wonder What’s Become of Sally
Nothing Changes
That Old Dog Lying in the Dust
Someone in the Rain
Madame et Monsieur Shill
The Mirror
End of Summer
Thunder in the Morning
The Highest Branch on the Tree
A Woman is a Fast-Moving Picnic
Virgin Resusitas
Mr. Pale
That Bird That Comes Out of the Clock
A Brief Afterword
About the Author
Praise
Also by the Author
About the Publisher
James Cruesoe was in the club car of a train plummeting out of Chicago, rocking and swaying as if it were drunk, when the conductor, lurching by, glanced at the bar, gave Cruesoe a wink, and lurched on. Cruesoe listened.
Uproars, shouts and cries.
That is the sound, he thought, of sheep in panic, glad to be fleeced, or hang gliders, flung off cliffs with no wings.
He blinked.
For there at the bar, drawn to a blind source of joyous consternation, stood a cluster of men glad for highway robbery, pleased to have wallets and wits purloined.
That is to say: gamblers.
Amateur gamblers, Cruesoe thought, and rose to stagger down the aisle to peer over the shoulders of businessmen behaving like high school juniors in full stampede.
“Hey, watch! The Queen comes! She goes. Presto! Where?”
“There!” came the cry.
“Gosh,” cried the dealer. “Lost my shirt! Again! Queen up, Queen gone! Where?”
He’ll let them win twice, Cruesoe thought. Then spring the trap.
“There!” cried all.
“Good gravy!” shouted the unseen gambler. “I’m sunk!”
Cruesoe had to look, he yearned to see this agile vaudeville magician.
On tiptoe, he parted a few squirming shoulders, not knowing what to expect.
But there sat a man with no fuzzy caterpillar brows or waxed mustaches. No black hair sprouted from his ears or nostrils. His skull did not poke through his skin. He wore an ordinary dove-gray suit with a dark gray tie tied with a proper knot. His fingernails were clean but unmanicured. Stunning! An ordinary citizen, with the serene look of a chap about to lose at cribbage.
Ah, yes, Cruesoe thought, as the gambler shuffled his cards slowly. That carefulness revealed the imp under the angel’s mask. A calliope salesman’s ghost lay like a pale epidermis below the man’s vest.
