The Long Walk

by Richard Bachman

McVries said, “Just go on dancing with me like this forever, Garraty, and I’ll never tire. We’ll scrape our shoe on the stars and hang upside down from the moon.”

“I’m the rabbit,” Stebbins said.

Stebbins nodded. “Will it rain all day, Garraty?” “Yeah, I think so. It looks that way.” Stebbins nodded slowly. “I think so, too.” “Well, come on in out of the rain,” McVries said suddenly. “All right. Thanks.” They walked on, somehow in step, although all three of them were bent forever in different shapes by the pains that pulled them.

“Another time, another place,” Baker said.