/lit/ - Literature

The little girl was now awake, yawning quietly, and the boy stared at her with a gaze of hurt. Rubbing her eyes in a tired daze, she turned to him, sleepily, and asked: “Where are my mommy and daddy?” The second those words came out, the boy started to cry. Tears poured from his eyes like tap water. The little girl, surprised by them, looked at the boy. As she looked at him, she smiled a puzzling smile. And in the darkness of the night, the little girl reached out to the crying boy. “Hush,” she said to him, “everything’s ok. You can sleep now.” Her voice was softer than the wind, and gentler than the footsteps approaching the car.

2011

>>1929348
>mfw I thought of that just as I hit Submit...

>mfw the kids playing Eschaton go apeshit and the little bastard Ingersoll is lying there in a crumpled heap and then the computer monitor is up in the air and that kid is dumb enough to try to run and catch it...

>mfw he had to start his search for The Dark Tower all over again!

>>1149714

poor leo

i remember that book