The Complete Short Fiction Of Charles L. Grant, Volume IV: The Black Carousel - Plot & Excerpts
The world changed when the cartons were all emptied, crushed, dragged out to the curb for the garbage truck to take away. Before, when dishes were still being unwrapped, when the toys were still jumbled in their boxes, when all the good clothes were still crammed into their hanging bags with the stuck zippers and probably forever wrinkled, there had still been a chance her parents would change their minds. They would see that this house wasn’t as nice as their real home, that the town was too small for anything to happen worth getting up for, that the people just weren’t the same as the ones she had left behind. They would see that, they would understand, they would say oops, sorry, Fran, we blew it, get into the car and drive away without looking back. Still a chance. Even when the moving van had backed out of the driveway and pulled away, coughing smoke and grinding gears, swaying as it rounded the corner and disappeared. Even when Daddy had carried Mom kicking and giggling over the threshold.
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