Ray Bradbury, The October Game

He had never liked October. Ever since he first lay in the autumn leaves before his granmother’s house many years ago and heard the wind and sway the empty trees. It has made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. [link]

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