The

The Welcome back, everyone to one thousand one classic short stories and tales.

This is your host, John Haggadorn.

Today, a story from Ray Bradbury called The Wind.

Hope you enjoy it.

The Wind was first published in Weird Tales, Volume 36, number 10, in 1943.

This is dedicated to those who have lost the game of the elements by one who has always escaped them until tonight.

John Colt was awake and listening.

Moonlight slouched into his room by the huge triple window fronting the upstairs of the house,

fell across his sharp questioning features.

The wind moved far away in the night, and Colt's lips worked as he listened to it,

moving stealthily and mournfully from the sea, approaching the house as surely as mighty horse's hooves.

Colt's body shivered, hairs stood erect upon his neck, and goose pimples clustered on his limbs. He knew why he felt this way.

After ten years, he could believe nothing else. He knew the wind was coming toward him,

and he slipped from bed, thrust himself tremblingly into a robe, found carpus livers, and ventured

downstairs to await its arrival.

He went to the phone thinking,

This is what I've waited for, calmly at first.

Curious, alert.

Sure of most factors, but I don't know how much I can stand.

I keep losing my grip, gaining it and losing it again.

His hand shook as he dialed the call through.

...