The Machinery Second Edition | Page 89

Just great. He had only four or five blocks left to walk before reaching his work place. Maybe I should wait it out under that awning ahead. Fred arrived under the awning at the same time as an elderly woman and two businessmen. They had the same plan in mind. Fred closed his umbrella, and shook it to remove the moisture. Fred then nodded to the others with whom he shared the awning. No one said hello but the woman smiled back. One of the men wore an expensive looking fedora. He nodded to Fred in return. The second man glared back at Fred. Grandma looked as though she wanted to make small talk. But before she could speak, the rain intensified. Fred heard the racket; he assumed it was hail. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the round, white balls bouncing off the sidewalk and adjoining street. And bounce, they did. In fact, the hailstones bounced repeatedly. Wait! What? After a few seconds, Fred and the three strangers came to a startling realization: the falling stones were, in fact, not hail—they were eyeballs! Fred could discern the dark pupil in one nearby eye. The surrounding iris was light gray in color. The eyeball looked human. He spotted another eye lying next to his right foot. It was smaller, and sported a vertical pupil. The iris was bright green. A cat’s eyeball, perhaps? Others rolled into view. One 89