"Clark, Brian - The Man Who Walked On The Ceiling" - читать интересную книгу автора (Clark Brian)

neighborhood. In his own case, history would record that
George Kalewiski's contribution was as much beyond light and
movement as the Concorde is beyond the stagecoach.
But that would be tomorrow.
Well, not exactly tomorrow. It was when his mother was
coming home.
Anyway, right now he was tired and needed to go to bed.
Remarkably, George's sleep was dreamless.

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"What are you saying? That he fell from the
stratosphere or something?"
"Maybe even higher than that."
"Jesus!"

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She phoned just before lunch on Sunday. Her bus would
arrive at four fifteen, so would he please pick her up at
the bus station.
"Yes Ma." For a fleeting moment George was tempted to
blurt out everything, but restrained himself with the
knowledge of how she felt about unnecessary expense on long
distance phone calls. What could he tell her anyway? That he
walked on the ceiling last night?
"Yes dear," she would say before she prattled on about
who wore what at the wedding, or gushed about another
achievement of his cousin Clarence, the lawyer. George had
an intense dislike for that insufferable offspring of his
aunt's first marriage.
Of course, things were different now. He would show
them!
But at 3.45 pm, George's cockiness evaporated while he
was putting on his coat. The Plymouth was at the curb, less
than fifty feet from the house. But what if, during that
fifty feet, his subconscious decided to repeat what he
achieved the night before? What if he fell up toward a floor
that wasn't there? Could he reverse himself before it was
too late? And if he did, would he fall back to a sickening
termination on the hard pavement? A hard knot at the pit of
his stomach, George crept to the window and looked out--and
up. The sky was an empty blue. Yet the emptiness was not
without expression. In a mocking, malevolent way, it seemed
to beckon.
"No!" Horrified, George whipped the blinds closed and
backed into the room. "I am not going out there. I can't!"
He clenched his fists until nails dug cruelly into
flesh, forced himself to consider what would happen to his
job if he locked himself indoors like a hermit. He thought