Moving Pictures

me—” Gaspode croaked after him.
    He heard a distant cheer.
    After a while, since there didn’t seem to be much of an alternative, he crawled painfully up the sloping pillar and managed to drag himself out onto the rubble.
    No one was around.
    He had a drink out of a puddle.
    He stood up, testing the injured leg.
    It’d do.
    And finally, he swore.
    “Woof, woof, woof!”
    He paused. That wasn’t right.
    He tried again.
    “Woof!”
    He looked around…
    …and color drained out of the world, returning it to a state of blessed blacks and whites.
    It occurred to Gaspode that Harga would be throwing out the trash around now, and then there was bound to be a warm stable somewhere. And what more did a small dog need?
    Somewhere in the distant mountains, wolves were howling. Somewhere in friendly houses, dogs with collars and dishes with their names on were being patted on the head.
    Somewhere in between, and feeling oddly cheerful about it, Gaspode the Wonder Dog limped into the gloriously-monochrome sunset.

    About thirty miles Turnwise of Ankh-Morpork the surf boomed on the wind-blown, seagrass-waving, sand-dune-covered spit of land where the Circle Sea met the Rim Ocean.
    Sea swallows dipped low over the waves. The dried heads of sea-poppies clattered in the perpetual breeze, which scoured the sky of clouds and moved the sand around in curious patterns.
    The hill itself was visible for miles. It wasn’t very high, but lay among the dunes like an upturned boat or a very unlucky whale, and was covered in scrub trees. No rain fell here, if it could possibly avoid it.
    But the wind blew, and piled the dunes against the dried-out, bleached wood of Holy Wood Town.
    It howled its auditions on the deserted backlots.
    It tumbled scraps of paper through the crumbling plaster wonders of the world.
    It rattled the boards until they fell into the sand and were covered.
    Clickaclickaclicka .
    The wind sighed around the skeleton of a picture-throwing box, leaning drunkenly on its abandoned tripod.
    It caught a trailing scrap of film and wound out the last picture show, snaking the crumbling glistening coils across the sand.
    In the picture-thrower’s glass eye tiny figures danced jerkily, alive for just a moment…
    Clickaclicka .
    The film broke free and whirled away over the dunes.
    Clicka…click …
    The handle swung backward and forward for a moment, and then stopped.
    Click .
    Holy Wood dreams.

    THE END

About the Author
    Terry Pratchett is one of the most popular living authors in the world. His first story was published when he was thirteen, and his first full-length book when he was twenty. He worked as a journalist to support the writing habit, but gave up the day job when the success of his books meant that it was costing him money to go to work.
    Pratchett’s acclaimed novels are bestsellers in the U.S. and the United Kingdom and have sold more than twenty-seven million copies worldwide. He lives in England, where he writes all the time. (It’s his hobby, as well.)
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