It was what he had hoped, and what he and The Giver had planned: that as he moved away from the community,
he would shed the memories and leave them behind for the people.
But now, when he needed them, when the planes came, he tried hard to cling to what he still had,
of cold, and to use it for their survival. Usually the aircraft came by day, when they were hiding.
But he was alert at night, too, on the road, always listening intently for the sound of the engines.
Even Gabriel listened, and would call out, “Plane! Plane!” sometimes before Jonas had heard the terrifying noise.
When the aircraft searchers came, as they did occasionally, during the night as they rode,
Jonas sped to the nearest tree or bush, dropped to the ground, and made himself and Gabriel cold.
But it was sometimes a frighteningly close call. As he pedaled through the nights, through isolated landscape now,
with the communities far behind and no sign of human habitation around him or ahead,
he was constantly vigilant, looking for the next nearest hiding place should the sound of engines come.
But the frequency of the planes diminished. They came less often, and flew, when they did come, less slowly,
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색