The Long Walk

by Richard Bachman

It seemed to him that the sound of his footfalls had become as loud to his ears as the sound of his own heartbeat. Vital, life and death sound.

“Three-six-nine, the goose drank wine The monkey chewed tobacco on the streetcar line The line broke The monkey got choked And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat…” —Children’s rhyme

I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.”

“You fake your way, I’ll fake mine.”