lollerskates!
Passage:
Ever since Billy had been thrown into shrubbery for the sake of a picture, he had been seeing Saint Elmo’s fire, a sort of electronic radiance around the heads of his companions and captors. It was in the treetops and on the rooftops of Luxembourg, too. It was beautiful.
Billy was marching with his hands on top of his head, and so were all the other Americans. Billy was bobbing up-and-down, up-and-down. Now he crashed into Roland Weary accidentally. “I beg your pardon,” he said.
Weary’s eyes were tearful also. Weary was crying because of horrible pains in his feet. The hinged clogs were transforming his feet into blood puddings.
At each road intersection Billy’s group was joined by more Americans with their hands on top of their haloed heads. Billy had smiles for them all. They were moving like water, downhill all the time, and they flowed at last to a main highway on a valley’s floor. Through the valley flowed a Mississippi of humiliated Americans. Tens of thousands of Americans shuffled eastward, their hands clasped on top of their heads. They sighed and groaned.
☺ ☺ ☺
Billy and his group joined the river of humiliation, and the late afternoon sun came out from the clouds. The Americans didn’t have the road to themselves. The westbound lane boiled and boomed with vehicles which were rushing German reserves to the front. The reserves were violent, windburned, bristly men. They had teeth like piano keys.
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Imitation:
Ever since Mark had been through the disaster that was hurricane Katrina, he had been having a tremendous deterioration in memory, a sort of diminishment of his brain cells. It helped him to forget. He was forgetful.
Mark was taking a test, and he took his shoes off to help him focus. His legs were shaking, shaking. He annoyed Stephen involuntarily. “My bad,” he said.
Stephen was anxious. He was nervous because he had not studied very well. The test was transforming his brain into a useless glob of lime gelatin.
At every question Mark’s incessant leg-shaking was joined by more shoeless students. Stephen had frowns for them all. The class was shaking like an earthquake, and they quaked on through to the ringing of the bell. Through the hallways flowed a stream of newly shodden students. Thousands of students muddled to their next classes, their legs poised for the next shift of tectonic plates. They griped and grumbled.
☺ ☺ ☺
Mark and Stephen joined the stream of students, and the fluorescent lights shined ever brighter. They didn’t have the hallway all to themselves. The students going upstream jumped and bustled against the current which was flowing to the center of school. The salmon students were rude, pushy, determined fish. They had mouths like trumpet bells.
Ever since Billy had been thrown into shrubbery for the sake of a picture, he had been seeing Saint Elmo’s fire, a sort of electronic radiance around the heads of his companions and captors. It was in the treetops and on the rooftops of Luxembourg, too. It was beautiful.
Billy was marching with his hands on top of his head, and so were all the other Americans. Billy was bobbing up-and-down, up-and-down. Now he crashed into Roland Weary accidentally. “I beg your pardon,” he said.
Weary’s eyes were tearful also. Weary was crying because of horrible pains in his feet. The hinged clogs were transforming his feet into blood puddings.
At each road intersection Billy’s group was joined by more Americans with their hands on top of their haloed heads. Billy had smiles for them all. They were moving like water, downhill all the time, and they flowed at last to a main highway on a valley’s floor. Through the valley flowed a Mississippi of humiliated Americans. Tens of thousands of Americans shuffled eastward, their hands clasped on top of their heads. They sighed and groaned.
☺ ☺ ☺
Billy and his group joined the river of humiliation, and the late afternoon sun came out from the clouds. The Americans didn’t have the road to themselves. The westbound lane boiled and boomed with vehicles which were rushing German reserves to the front. The reserves were violent, windburned, bristly men. They had teeth like piano keys.
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Imitation:
Ever since Mark had been through the disaster that was hurricane Katrina, he had been having a tremendous deterioration in memory, a sort of diminishment of his brain cells. It helped him to forget. He was forgetful.
Mark was taking a test, and he took his shoes off to help him focus. His legs were shaking, shaking. He annoyed Stephen involuntarily. “My bad,” he said.
Stephen was anxious. He was nervous because he had not studied very well. The test was transforming his brain into a useless glob of lime gelatin.
At every question Mark’s incessant leg-shaking was joined by more shoeless students. Stephen had frowns for them all. The class was shaking like an earthquake, and they quaked on through to the ringing of the bell. Through the hallways flowed a stream of newly shodden students. Thousands of students muddled to their next classes, their legs poised for the next shift of tectonic plates. They griped and grumbled.
☺ ☺ ☺
Mark and Stephen joined the stream of students, and the fluorescent lights shined ever brighter. They didn’t have the hallway all to themselves. The students going upstream jumped and bustled against the current which was flowing to the center of school. The salmon students were rude, pushy, determined fish. They had mouths like trumpet bells.