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Driving Blind

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James Cruesoe was in the club car of a train plummeting out of Chicago, rocking and swaying as if it were drunk, when the conductor, lurching by, glanced at the bar, gave Cruesoe a wink, and lurched on. Cruesoe listened.

Uproars, shouts and cries.

That is the sound, he thought, of sheep in panic, glad to be fleeced, or hang gliders, flung off cliffs with no wings.

He blinked.

For there at the bar, drawn to a blind source of joyous consternation, stood a cluster of men glad for highway robbery, pleased to have wallets and wits purloined.

That is to say: gamblers.

Amateur gamblers, Cruesoe thought, and rose to stagger down the aisle to peer over the shoulders of businessmen behaving like high school juniors in full stampede.

"Hey, watch! The Queen comes! She goes. Presto! Where?"

"There!" came the cry.

"Gosh," cried the dealer. "Lost my shirt! Again! Queen up, Queen gone! Where?"

He'll let them win twice, Cruesoe thought. Then spring the trap.

"There!" cried all.

"Good gravy!" shouted the unseen gambler. "I'm sunk!"

Cruesoe had to look, he yearned to see this agile vaudeville magician.

On tiptoe, he parted a few squirming shoulders, not knowing what to expect.

But there sat a man with no fuzzy caterpillar brows or waxed mustaches. No black hair sprouted from his ears or nostrils. His skull did not poke through his skin. He wore an ordinary dove-gray suit with a dark gray tie tied with a proper knot. His fingernails were clean but unmanicured. Stunning! An ordinary citizen, with the serene look of a chap about to lose at cribbage.

Ah, yes, Cruesoe thought, as the gambler shuffled his cards slowly. That carefulness revealed the imp under the angel's mask.A calliope salesman's ghost lay like a pale epidermis below the man's vest.

"Careful, gents!" He fluttered the cards. "Don't bet too much!"

Challenged, the men shoveled cash into the furnace.

"Whoa! No bets above four bits! Judiciously, sirs!"

The cards leapfrogged as he gazed about, oblivious of his deal.

"Where's my left thumb, my right? Or are there three thumbs?"

They laughed. What a jokester!

"Con--fused, chums? Baffled? Must I lose again?"

"Yes!" all babbled.

"Damn," he said, crippling his hands. "'Damn! Where's the Red Queen? Start over!"

"No! The middle one! Flip it!"

The card was flipped.

"Ohmigod," someone gasped.

"Can't look." The gambler's eyes were shut. "How much did I lose this time?"

"Nothing," someone whispered.

"Nothing?" The gambler, aghast, popped open his eyes.

They all stared at a black card.

"Gosh," said the gambler. "I thought you had me!"

His fingers spidered to the right, another black card, then to the far left. The Queen!

"Hell," he exhaled, "why's she there? Christ, guys, keep your cash!"

"No! No!" A shaking of heads. "You won. You couldn't help it. It was just-"

"Okay. If you insist! Watch out!"

Cruesoe shut his eyes. This, he thought, is the end. From here on they'll lose and bet and lose again. Their fever's up.

"Sorry, gents. Nice try. There!"

Cruesoe felt his hands become fists. He was twelve again, a fake mustache glued to his lip and his school chums at a party and the three-card monte laid out. "Watch the Red Queen vanish!" And the kids shout and laugh as his hands blurred to win their candy but hand it back to show his love.

"One, two, three! Where can she be?"

He felt his mouth whisper the oldwords, but the voice was the voice of this wizard stealing wallets, counting cash on a late-night train.

"Lost again? God, fellas, quit before your wife shoots you! Okay, Ace of spades, King of clubs, Red Queen. You won't see her again!"

"No! There!"

Cruesoe turned, muttering. Don't listen! Sit! Drink! Forget your twelfth birthday, your friends. Quick!

He took one step when:

"That's three times lost, pals. I must fold my tent and . . ."

"No, no, don't leave now! We got to win the damn stuff back. Deal!"

And as if struck, Cruesoe spun about and returned to the madness.

"The Queen was always there on the left," he said.

Heads turned.

... It was there all the time," Cruesoe said, louder.

"And who are you, sir?" The gambler raked in the cards, not glancing up.

"A boy magician."

"Christ, a boy magician!" The gambler riffled the deck.

The men backed off.

Cruesoe exhaled. "I know how to do the threecard monte."

"Congratulations."

"I won't cut in, I just wanted these good men-"

There was a muted rumble from the good men.

"to know anyone can win at the three-card monte."

Looking away, the gambler gave the cards a toss.

"Okay, wisenheimer, deal! Gents, your bets. Our friend here takes over. Watch his hands."

Cruesoe trembled with cold. The cards lay waiting.

"Okay, son. Grab on!"

"I can't do the trick well, I just know how it's done."

"Ha!" The gambler stared around. "Hear that, chums? Knows how it works, but can't do. Right?"

Cruesoe swallowed. "Right. But-"

"But? Does a cripple show an athlete? A dragfoot pace the sprinter? Gents, you want to change horses out here" He glanced at the window. Lights flashed by. "halfway to Cincinnati?"

Thegents, glared and muttered.

"Deal! Show us how you can steal from the poor."

Cruesoe's hands jerked back from the cards as if burnt.

"You prefer not to cheat these idiots in my presence?" the gambler asked.

Clever beast! Hearing themselves so named, the idiots roared assent.

"Can't you see what he's doing?" Cruesoe said.

"Yeah, yeah, we see," they babbled. "Even-steven. Lose some, win some. Why don't you go back where you came from?"

Cruesoe glanced out at a darkness rushing into the past, towns vanishing in night.

"Do you, sir," said the Straight-Arrow gambler, "in front of all these men, accuse me of raping their daughters, molesting their wives?"

Synopsis:

The incomparable Ray Bradbury is in the driver's seat, off on twenty-one unforgettable excursions through fantasy, time and memory, and there are surprises waiting around every curve and behind each mile marker. The journey promises to be a memorable one.

Synopsis:

The Dean of American storytellers returns to take readers on a breathtaking ride through the wondrous world he envisions through his windshield. His first new story collection since the publication of his critically acclaimed Quicker Than the Eye, "Driving Blind" clearly demonstrates that the master has a firm hand on the wheel, whether he's racing toward a broken-down, one-ring circus in a Mexican border town or cruising through a sad place where first love and first death unexpectedly collide. The incomparable Ray Bradbury is in the driver's seat, off on twenty-one unforgettable excursions through fantasy, time and memory, and there are surprises waiting around every curve and behind each mile marker. The journey promises to be a memorable one.

About the Author

The author of more than thirty books, Ray Bradbury is one of the most celebrated fiction writers of our time. Among his best-known works are Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, The Illustrated Man, Dandelion Wine, and Something Wicked This Way Comes. He has written for the theater and the cinema, including the screenplay for John Huston's classic film adaptation of Moby Dick, and was nominated for an Academy Award. He adapted sixty-five of his stories for television's The Ray Bradbury Theater, and won an Emmy for his teleplay of The Halloween Tree. In 2000, Mr. Bradbury was honored by the National Book Foundation with a medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. Among his most recent books are the novel From the Dust Returned—selected as one of the Best Books of the Year by the Los Angeles Times—The Cat's Pajamas, a new story collection, and Bradbury Speaks, a collection of essays on the past, the future, and everything in between. Mr. Bradbury lives in Los Angeles.

Table of Contents

Night train to Babylon — If MGM is killed, who gets the lion? — Hello, I must be going — House divided — Grand theft — Remember me? — Fee fie foe fum — Driving blind — I wonder what's become of Sally — Nothing changes — That old dog lying in the dust — Someone in the rain — Madame ET Monsieur Shill — Mirror — End of summer — Thunder in the morning — Highest branch on the tree — Woman is a fast-moving picnic — Virgin resusitas — Mr. Pale — That bird that comes out of the clock — Brief afterword.

Product Details

ISBN:
9780380789603
Afterword:
Bradbury, Ray
Author:
Bradbury, Ray
Publisher:
Harper Voyager
Location:
New York :
Subject:
General
Subject:
Fiction
Subject:
United states
Subject:
Short Stories (single author)
Subject:
Science Fiction - General
Subject:
Fantasy
Subject:
Fantasy - General
Subject:
Science / General
Copyright:
Edition Description:
Mass Market PB
Series Volume:
Nr. 8905
Publication Date:
19981001
Binding:
Paperback
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Pages:
272
Dimensions:
6.93x4.23x.76 in. .30 lbs.

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"Synopsis" by , The incomparable Ray Bradbury is in the driver's seat, off on twenty-one unforgettable excursions through fantasy, time and memory, and there are surprises waiting around every curve and behind each mile marker. The journey promises to be a memorable one.
"Synopsis" by , The Dean of American storytellers returns to take readers on a breathtaking ride through the wondrous world he envisions through his windshield. His first new story collection since the publication of his critically acclaimed Quicker Than the Eye, "Driving Blind" clearly demonstrates that the master has a firm hand on the wheel, whether he's racing toward a broken-down, one-ring circus in a Mexican border town or cruising through a sad place where first love and first death unexpectedly collide. The incomparable Ray Bradbury is in the driver's seat, off on twenty-one unforgettable excursions through fantasy, time and memory, and there are surprises waiting around every curve and behind each mile marker. The journey promises to be a memorable one.
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