The Road is a River. Nick Cole

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      Sadness overwhelms the Old Man and then he thinks of his granddaughter and her smile as weapons against the darkness. Against a dragon that is too much for any mere man. He thinks of her perfect, lovely, best ever smile as sleep, fatigue, and a tiredness from so many days in the wasteland overwhelm him.

      Her smile will keep the nightmare away.

      Snapshot.

      The red desert, east of Tucson.

      We must be near the Y where I found the staked-out bodies. The warning the Horde had left. Please …

      Snapshot.

      He feels her hand.

      It is a darkness beyond anything he has ever known.

      Like the night I walked after the moon had gone down. The night after the motel.

      It is quiet. Thick and heavy. Familiar.

      He wakes with a start.

      He is back in the office. The office where he found the last words of Sergeant Major Preston. He is lying in his sleeping bag.

      I never made it back. I’ve been so sick I’ve stayed here too long.

      In the hall outside he hears voices. A bright knife of light cuts the carpet on the floor.

      “Dad?” says his son.

      “It’s me,” replies the Old Man.

      “Are you okay?”

      Am I?

      “Yes.”

      “Are you hungry?”

      If I am, it means I am well and that I’ll live.

      “Yes.”

      “I’ll get you something to eat. Be back in a few minutes.”

      “Thank you.”

      And he falls once more into the pit that almost took him and he does not have time to think of her, his granddaughter, or her smile. And so the nightmare comes and he has nothing with which to defend himself.

      The snapshots fall together too quickly and soon become a movie.

      He sees the blue Arizona sky, wide and seemingly forever, play out across the high windows. For a long time he watches the bright white clouds come and grow across its cornflower blue depths.

      He hears an explosion. Dull, far away. It rattles the windows of the building. When he stands up and moves to the window, he sees a far-off column of black smoke rising out over the silent city. For a long time he stands watching the smoky, dark column. He feels unconnected and shaky. Occasionally he sees his fellow villagers moving down a street or exiting from a building. It is too far away to tell who each one is. But they are dressed differently than he has ever known them to dress. Almost new clothing, found here in this treasure trove, not the worn-out and handmade things of their years in the desert.

      Time has resumed its normal pace. The sickness and fever fade. But not the nightmare. The nightmare remains, waiting for him.

      What will become of us now?

      Down the street, he sees a man pushing a grand piano out onto the sidewalk.

       Chapter Three

      Sam Roberts leans his blistered head against the hot steering wheel. Every ounce of him feels sunburned and sickened. He’d torn off the rearview mirror of the dune buggy three days ago. He couldn’t stand seeing what was happening to him.

      The dune buggy rests in the thin shade provided by an ancient building, part of some lost desert gas station. Now that he’s running on electric, the gas within the buggy’s small tank is useless, dead weight now that he has escaped. He’d only needed it for speed in the brief run through the gauntlet of crazies lying in wait outside the blasted main entrance of the bunker.

      The sun hammers the dry and quiet landscape of hard brown dirt, blistered-faded road, and sun-bleached stone. The yawning blue of the sky reaches away toward the curvature of the earth. There is no wind, no movement, no sound.

      Sam Roberts has spent the morning allowing the solar cells to recharge while patching the large rear tire. His sweat pours through the radiation burns on his skin. He feels it on his head where there was once hair. His eyes are closed. Even with the visor down, it is too bright at noon.

      ‘But I can’t drive in the dark,’ he thinks.

      He was born underground.

      He has lived his entire life, other than the last three days, underground.

      He is dying of severe radiation poisoning.

      He is twenty-three years old.

      He is a captain in the United States Air Force.

      He moves his bleeding fingers to the ignition. The act of grasping the key and simply turning it feels as though it will kill him.

      “I was dead the moment I left,” he says to the dry air and the southern nothingness he must find his way through. “I was dead the moment someone turned on that radio station.”

      He laughs to himself and begins to cough and that leads to the rusty blood he spits into his glove.

      He looks at the charging gauge. The plastic cover is melted. Even the seat vinyl is peeling.

      He moves his hand to the switch that will engage the electric motor.

      “Well, I’ve got lots of solar. Lots of that …” And he stops himself because he knows he will laugh again.

       Chapter Four

      The Old Man has been up for a few weeks. In the mornings he tries to help at breakfast. Tries to see if anyone will need assistance with their various projects. But when he does, they smile politely and tell him he needs to rest more. Then they disappear when he is not looking.

      He returns to the office and watches them working in the streets below. Fixing up their new homes, salvaging in the afternoons farther out.

      He takes walks at the end of the day. After the heat has given its best to destroy them all. He always walks first to see where his granddaughter is working. He tries to remember how thirteen-year-old girls spent their time when he was her age. In gymnastics and soccer and … boys? No, that was later. Or maybe I didn’t notice when. Finally, he decides, maybe they, all those long-gone girls from his youth, didn’t want anyone to know how they felt about boys when they were just thirteen years old. Her father, his son, is trying to start a farm. Their community will need fresh produce. Most of her work is done by the early afternoon and together they walk the streets and see what each neighbor СКАЧАТЬ