Kaleidoscope Ray Bradbury — Direct

“…can’t be just me. Anyone? Tom? Les?”

“Don’t look at Earth,” Stone whispered. “Promise me.” kaleidoscope ray bradbury

When the first tendrils of fire licked his boots, he did not scream. “…can’t be just me

Hollister spun alone for a long while. He watched Earth grow from a marble to a melon to a world. The air in his suit tasted of iron and autumn. He thought of his own front porch. The rake leaning against the elm tree. The smell of rain on hot concrete. kaleidoscope ray bradbury