"I'll trade for it, you have any canned milk? Or fruit? Juice?"There was murmuring behind the wall, and his hopes rose for a moment, but the man order...d him away again. It had been worth a try, but it wasn't worth it to keep trying, their next step would probably be a warning shot, but he didn't trust them to miss. Keeping his hands where they could see them, he turned and walked back to the barricade. He retrieved the stroller and started back down the road. He'd only gone a few yards when a. I did something that day I swore to myself I’d never do in a million years. I cleaned out my garage. It was hard dirty work, but it was something that I could do with little brain power. I had damn little of that left. My sleepless night yearning for Candy had put doubts in my head about her feelings for me. How could she possibly be interested in a nobody like me? I spent the entire day cleaning and rearranging. I was a zombie when I came back in the house that evening. The house smelled. Keep filled the flagon once more, and soon it was backin the man's hand."What happened to the man with the fever," asked Hibber, a local woodsmithwho had entered during the tale and been engrossed by it. The thin man noddedas well, desiring more of the story."He stared at the cleric for about 15 minutes, and when I offered to refillhis mug, I got no response from him. Looking into his face, he seemedmesmerized, and I realized he wasn't even staring at the cleric at all. Hiseyes seemed to be. But I know you would be able to spare some time and that's what matters. Well, since I do not have anything else to do, I am free to sleep and possibly dream of you. I snuggle up in my fluffy blanket... just the blanket and nothing else.I wake up on something soft...sand... soft, pristine sand filters through my fingers. It is weirdly dark, with points of light peeking through. I realise that I have a straw hat covering my face. I take the hat off and sit up...the evening sun is softly glowing.