Wednesday, 17 June 2015

The Same Distance

              I walked more streets listening to her voice. She was calling a name, not mine, one strange to me, but no matter how fast i walked, or in what direction, i could get no nearer her voice. It was the same distance from me in the street that runs past the Federal building in El Paso as in Detroit's Grand Circus Park. Then the voice stopped.

Dashiell Hammett
Red Harvest

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