Stories of Erskine Caldwell (2011)
“Myrtle Lewis ran from the window where she had been gazing vacantly at the treeless horizon and threw herself upon the bed. Even with her eyes pressed tightly against the counterpane, she could still see the countless chains of shimmering heat.
The phonograph was running endlessly in the last groove of the record. The machine had been wound tightly, and the needle was sharp and new. It sounded like the blare of a muted saxophone.
Wha whoo wha . . . Wha whoo wha . . . Wha wha wha . . .
The wail ...filled the house, every crack and joint of it. It seeped like thin oil into the fiber of the doors, floors, and sills. The sounds that escaped through the open windows floated over the surrounding sunfield, that endless expanse of bare smooth earth, until at last they were driven by the heat into the hard clay.
Myrtle tried to shut the sound from her ears by locking her arms around her head, but it was not so easy to do as that. The sound was as penetrating as stabs of sharp pain. After passing through her, it moved through the windows, and there she thought she could see it join the waves of heat that zigzagged upward and upward toward the summit of the deep blue sky.MoreLess
The phonograph was running endlessly in the last groove of the record. The machine had been wound tightly, and the needle was sharp and new. It sounded like the blare of a muted saxophone.
Wha whoo wha . . . Wha whoo wha . . . Wha wha wha . . .
The wail ...filled the house, every crack and joint of it. It seeped like thin oil into the fiber of the doors, floors, and sills. The sounds that escaped through the open windows floated over the surrounding sunfield, that endless expanse of bare smooth earth, until at last they were driven by the heat into the hard clay.
Myrtle tried to shut the sound from her ears by locking her arms around her head, but it was not so easy to do as that. The sound was as penetrating as stabs of sharp pain. After passing through her, it moved through the windows, and there she thought she could see it join the waves of heat that zigzagged upward and upward toward the summit of the deep blue sky.MoreLess
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