The police ambulance went up on to the cliffs at the wrong hour. It is always the wrong hour when the police ambulance goes anywhere, but this was especially wrong, for it was long after midnight and nobody ever imagined it would be day again, because the sea coming in on the lightless shore below said as much, and the wind blowing salt cold in from the pacific reaffirmed this, and the fog muffling the sky and putting out the stars struck the final, unfelt but disabling blow. The weather said it had been here forever, man was hardly here at all, and would soon be gone.
Taken from the short story Long after Midnight (1977) by Ray Bradbury
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Is Ray Bradbury’s ‘Farenheit 451’ really that great??
It is very good, but have always preferred his short stories. Such a vivid imagination and fluid style.
Hi again!
I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award.There are some duties attached,so I hope it won’t bother you.
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Thanks, I’m honoured by the comment and nomination. I’m a big fan of your blog too. Should finish the form by tomorrow or day after.
I will give it a try 🙂
It’s an astonishing story.
That is a darn impressive opening to a short story. Wow.
One of my favourite short story writers. A natural storyteller.
Absolutely perfect 👌
Nothing else to add 🙂