it was almost december, and jonas was beginning to be frightened.but jonas said no.frightened was the way he had felt a year ago when an unidentified aircraft had overflown the community twice.
eighteen, fiona,on his left,was called. jonas was prepared to be called next and walk the stage. as soon as the chief elder was done,she called for number twenty. she skipped me,thought jonas,stunned.the chief elder knew she skipped jonas and said she was sorry, and went on saying that jonas has selected. jonas had been selected to be the next reciever of memory.
jonas lying down on the bed felt nothing at first, but the touch of the old mans hand. then shivered, he realize that the touch of hands felt cold. then in,he felt the cold of his breath. he could feel feel cold air swirling around his entire body.
jonas began to watch his father release a baby, his father turned and opened a cupboard. he took out a syringe and a small bottle.vhis father began very carefully to direct the needle into the top of the newborns forehead. the little twin lay motionless. jonas thought of the bloodied soldier in the memory. jonas yelled "he killed it!"
jonas had planned to leave the community with gaberial. as he pedaled thourgh the nights,thourgh isolated landscape.
behind him, across vast distances of space an time he thought he heard music but it was just an echo