 Wysłany: Pon 13:00, 21 Lut 2011 Temat postu: On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published bbaaafjd |
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of a lid. My heart began to pound. I unrolled the tarpaulin further. I peeked under. The lid was shaped like a rounded-out trianglethree feet wide and two feet deep. At that moment I perceived an orange mass. I jerked my head back. But the orange wasn’t moving and didn’t look right. I looked again. It wasn’t a tiger. It was a life jacket. There were a number of life jackets at the back of Richard Parker’s den. A shiver went through my body. Bet air jordan 1 high heelsween the life jacketspartiallyas if through some leavesI had my firstunambiguousclear-headed glimpse of Richard Parker. It was his haunches I could see and part of his back. Tawny and striped and simply enormous. He was facing the sternlying flat on his stomach. He was still except for the breathing motion of his sides. I blinked in disbelief at how close he was. He was right theretwo feet beneath me. StretchingI could have pinched his bottom. And between us there was nothing but a thin tarpaulineasily got round. “God preserve me mbt panda!” No supplication was ever more passionate yet more gently carried by the breath. I lay absolutely motionless. I had to have water. I brought my hand down and quietly undid the hasp. I pulled on the lid. I |
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