This edited passage from Stephen King 11/22/63 is in memory of the tragic killings that occurred in Seattle on May 30, 2012:
When I saw Mike squeeze Bobbi Jill’s hand, telling her by touch to counterspin and shoot through his legs, I was suddenly back in Seattle, watching Bevvie-from-the-levee and Ritchie-from-the-ditchie.
It’s all of a piece. It’s an echo so close to perfect you can’t tell which one is the living voice and which is the ghost-voice returning.
For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don’t we all secretly know this? It’s a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels of cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life.
Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with guns. People who twist what they cannot dominate and cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark.
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