Between the Devil And Ian Eversea
“He was a brilliant driver and the horses were beautiful, copper colored and shining like new pennies, and the sun struck sparks off their haunches and manes.
“You’re a brilliant driver!”
“Beg pardon?”
It was impossible to speak over the thunder of their hooves.
“YOU’RE A BRILLIANT DRIVER!”
“YOU LIKE MY HIGH FLYER?” he guessed.
She gave up. “Yes!”
He beamed at her, certain of their accord.
But when they stopped, and the horses tossed their heads and shifted restle...ssly in their harnesses, and the moment was no longer distractingly terrifying, and they were alone, certain dullness settled into her chest.
He was a relentlessly cheerful presence, talked only of himself but so good-naturedly that she indulged him. He certainly laughed a good deal. Something about his laugh made her feel more alone than if she were standing on a high cliff at the end of the world, shouting her name into the void to hear it echo back at her.MoreLess
“You’re a brilliant driver!”
“Beg pardon?”
It was impossible to speak over the thunder of their hooves.
“YOU’RE A BRILLIANT DRIVER!”
“YOU LIKE MY HIGH FLYER?” he guessed.
She gave up. “Yes!”
He beamed at her, certain of their accord.
But when they stopped, and the horses tossed their heads and shifted restle...ssly in their harnesses, and the moment was no longer distractingly terrifying, and they were alone, certain dullness settled into her chest.
He was a relentlessly cheerful presence, talked only of himself but so good-naturedly that she indulged him. He certainly laughed a good deal. Something about his laugh made her feel more alone than if she were standing on a high cliff at the end of the world, shouting her name into the void to hear it echo back at her.MoreLess
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