This is based off one of the junkyard quotes I found in class.
Quote: Dead folks don’t walk backwards, they walk frontways jus’ like we do. Only difference is they walk behind us live folks, followin’ us.
The heat of the midday sun beat down on Jesse’s back. The shade of the tree gave no relief from the heat.
“Let’s walk.” Henry waved his hand, doggy paddling in the air in a failed attempt to make a breeze.
As they stepped out into the sun their shadows stretched behind them as if trying to return to the shade.
“I wonder why shadows are so long at noon.”
“Shadows are like a part of yourself that has broken off, dead and holding on to you.”
“Shadows are like a part of yourself that has broken off, dead and holding on to you.”
“Have you noticed how they stay behind us no matter which way we walk?”
“Just like dead folks. Dead folks don’t walk backwards, they walk frontways jus’ like we do. Only difference is they walk behind us live folks, followin’ us.”
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