Something Wicked This Way Comes (Green Town, #2)

by Ray Bradbury

Out in the world, not much happened. But here in the special night, a land bricked with paper and leather, anything might happen, always did.

So, minute by minute, hour by hour, a lifetime, it never ends, never stops, you got the choice this second, now this next, and the next after that, be good, be bad, that’s what the clock ticks, that’s what it says in the ticks.

An autumn leaf, very crisp, fell somewhere in the dark. But it was only the page of a book, turning.