（外文电子版资料）Stephen King - I Am The Doorway.pdf

I AM THE DOORWAY I AM THE DOORWAY Richard and I sat on my porch, looking out over the dunes to the Gulf. The smoke from his cigar drifted mellowly in the air, keeping the mosquitoes at a safe distance. The water was a cool aqua, the sky a deeper, truer blue. It was a pleasant combination. You are the doorway, Richard repeated thoughtfully. You are sure you killed the boy - you didnt just dream it? I didnt dream it. And I didnt kill him, either - I told you that. They did. I am the doorway. Richard sighed. You buried him? Yes. You remember where? Yes. I reached into my breast pocket and got a cigarette. My hands were awkward with their covering of bandages. They itched abominably. If you want to see it, youll have to get the dune buggy. You cant roll this - I indicated my wheelchair - through the sand. Richards dune buggy was a 1959 VW with pillow-sized tyres. He collected driftwood in it. Ever since he retired from the real estate business in Maryland he had been living on Key Caroline and building driftwood sculptures which he sold to the winter tourists at shameless prices. He puffed his cigar and looked out at the Gulf. Not yet. Will you tell me once more? I sighed and tried to light my cigarette. He took the matches away from me and did it himself. I puffed twice, dragging deep. The itch in my fingers was maddening. All right, I said. Last night at seven I was out here, looking at the Gulf and smoking, just like now, and J..’ Go further back, he invited. Further? Tell me about the flight. I shook my head. Richard, weve been through it and through it. Theres nothing - The seamed and fissured face was as enigmatic as one of his own driftwood sculptures. You may remember, he said. Now you may remember. Do you think so? file:///E|/Funny%20%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste...0Night%20Shift%20-%20I%20Am%20The%20Doorway.html (1 of 10)7/28/2005 9:03:27 PM I AM THE DOORWAY Possibly. And wh