A photo taken this morning of one of the many
free libraries in our neighbourhood.
"One summer night several months later, a violent thunderstorm swept through the city, scaring all the dogs and burning up the sky in what looked like almost continuous threads of mad lightning. Her father used to call such storms real rock and rollers, and this one certainly was. The phrase and the memory of her father saying it was the last thing she thought of before falling asleep while the storm rocked and rolled the night world outside her window."
from Played Your Eyes
by Jonathan Carroll
full story here
https://www.tor.com/2018/04/04/played-your-eyes-jonathan-carroll/#more-351052
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