THE HEART OF THE PARK
Even if Enoch had known the address, he couldn't have thought
of
it
then. He could not even stand up.
As
soon as Hazel Weaver let
him
go, he fell backwards and landed against one of the white-socked
trees. He rolled over and lay stretched out on the ground, with an
exalted look on his face. He thought he was floating. A long way
off he saw the blue figure spring and pick up a rock, and he saw
the wild face tum, and the rock hurtle toward him; he smiled and
shut his eyes. When he opened them again, Hazel Weaver was gone.
He put his fingers to
his
forehead and then held them in front of his
eyes. They were red-streaked. He turned his head and saw a drop
of blood on the ground and as he looked at it, he thought it widened
like a little spring. He sat straight up, frozen-skinned, and put his
finger in it, and very faintly he could hear his blood beating, his
secret blood, in the center of the city.
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