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bboog Member
since 2000-02-29
Posts 303Valencia, California |
Hi there, I have a question about lay and lie. Here is the chapter where it is used. Thanks for looking at his in advance. When Dr. Kevin Boyle opened his eyes that morning, he could sense the physical presence of danger. He could feel it laying beside him, just as he could feel his body grow tense, and how the sunlight coming through the window warmed his face. He got out of bed quickly, dragged a wooden bench over to the wall and standing on it, peered out the window to confirm his suspicions. Outside, the sleepy village of Caraba was awakening to another blazing hot day. Then he saw it. Moving along down the hilly, pot-holed, muddy road that led to the small village, came a white pickup truck. It was a Chevrolet Silverado with dark tinted windows. Sitting in the bed of the pickup were four Guatedoran peasants. They were wearing straw hats and ponchos and holding rifles. It was the death squad and it was coming for him. In the far reaches of his mind, he had always known that there was a possibility that a death squad might come for him, now he would have to confront the reality of the situation. What should he do? Run? There wasn't enough time. Besides, he didn't have a passport. He had nowhere to go. The only thing I can do is pretend that I am somebody else, he decided, and pray that these men are not looking for me. In the cab of the truck was the driver, wearing a brown military uniform, and sitting beside him was another passenger. This man had on a business suit and was smoking a cigarette. Jouncing about in the bed of the pickup were the peasants: four men wearing straw hats, ponchos and rubber boots. Each man held in his hands an old carbine. Unshaven, they all wore the same weary expression and leaned to one side slightly as the truck negotiated its final turn and entered the village. The tiny village was typical of those found in Guatedora, Central America. It consisted of an enclave of tiny homes built of adobe that featured roofs made of tin or straw. Many had sheets instead of wooden doors and most had clotheslines that sagged with the weight of the colorful clothes hanging out to dry. The vehicle rounded another turn, and made a funny gargling sound as the tires rolled over the cobblestone streets. The noise caused a few country chickens pecking at the gravel to scurry away. Near the center of the town was a roundabout and in the middle, where the cement paths met, stood an old Spanish cannon. The truck rounded the turn and then took the narrow road that fronted an old Catholic church. The vehicle finally stopped about fifty feet away from a small pharmacy whre the driver, a heavy-set soldier named Berto killed the engine. Beside the pharmacy was a cinder block building with a faded, painted-on sign. The black letters read: CLINICA. The scrawny man wearing the business suit and scowl was Sergio Malcus. He worked for the G-2, the secret police force, and had a mustache like a rat. He swore angrily to himself as he got out of the truck and checked his wrist-watch. They were late. It was already 6:21. He sqwashed his cigarette with his shoe like he would kill a cockroach and exhaled a final puff of smoke. "Let's go," he muttered. "Vamonos muchachos," Berto encouraged the others. A tall bearded giant of a man was the first to exit. The others moved less enthusiastically. Across the street, a toothless old woman, holding an infant, parted a dirty sheet that passed as a door. She eyed them secretly, as a dog barked and some black and white piglets wandered across the muddy street. The rest of the town slumbered. Sergio Malcus quickly surveyed the location and then strolled back to his men. Capturing their attention with a stern look, he began to gesticulate silently. The tall man and one of the shorter men were to contain the rear of the clinic. The other to straw hats the sides. He and Berto would approach the front door. Everyone understood the hand signals without him having to utter a single word. They had disappeared many people in the last year or so. They knew exactly what to do. |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
It looks like your book is coming along very well!  "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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Mellon Collie Junior Member
since 2000-03-25
Posts 49united states of america |
dear bboog, this story is both well-written and captivating. it certainly leaves me wishing that i knew more about the previous events and about the events to follow. just a suggestion, if you have not explained what a "death squad" is somewhere else in the book, you may want to do that, i'm a bit fuzzy in that area. sincerely, the beautiful freak |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
This is a very well written story, and I enjoyed it greatly.. I'm sorry I don't have an answer to the lie/lay question. I was left wondering about death squads also. I also thought this sentence, "They had disappeared many people in the last year or so" didn't make a lot of sense. Great writing though, and I hope to see more of you around here! Abrahm Simons Put one foot on the path of life and tread the dagger's path betwixt dark and light. |
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bboog Member
since 2000-02-29
Posts 303Valencia, California |
thank you to all of you who posted. Sorry, but I'd forgotten that I'd placed this post. I did find the answer to my question with help from dsnyder. best regards, bboog |
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