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Chapter 4: Something Terrible


I leaned forward. I was interested. Something terrible? What does that even mean? “I wish I could afford real cigarettes.” He said. “I haven't had real cigarettes in so long.” He looked out over the brown landscape. “I miss them.” His sadness seemed profound. Not being any sort of mind reader, it seemed to me that he was talking about a lot more than cigarettes. He seemed disconnected now.
Had he a family? Was he on his own? Did he fall through the cracks.
I interrupted his silence. “What about Hollow Man?” I started. “You said he saw something terrible.”
Frank slowly stood up and dropped the burning embers from his home-made cigarette on the dirt. His dry leathery skin matching the dry cracked ground. Water was in short supply around here.
“Yes indeed.” Said Frank. “Something broke his mind.” He then wandered off back to the fields.
After a moment I got up and followed him. Everything was dry and sharp. The sun relentless. Hollow Man and the two french kids had already started back to work. Frank said nothing to them as he set to work.
What was the terrible thing that Hollow Man had seen? What had broken his mind? A lot of bad things happen to people. Usually from other people. There was the steady hum of insects. I had heard they were Cicadas, but I didn't know for sure. Noon time, school time drugs and booze did me in. The mystery of Hollow Man was opening up like a sinkhole below me and I had a feeling I was going to slip in.  


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