Сияние

Exit

           Watchingitskitteracrossthe

           (bone.blood.)

           gravel.Itconjuredupimagesof

           (bone.blood.)

           icedtea,porchswings,ladiesinwhitestrawhats,thehumofmosquitoes,and

           (badlittleboyswhodon’tplaybytherules.)

           allthatstuff.Sure.Nicegame.Outofstylenow,but…nice.

           "Dick?"Thevoicewasthin,frantic,and,hethought,ratherunpleasant."Areyouallright,Dick?Comeoutnow.Please!"

           ("Comeonoutnownigguhdemassacallinyouall.")

           Hishandclosedtightlyaroundoneofthemallethandles,likingitsfeel.

           (paretherod,spoilthechild.)

           Hiseyeswentblankintheflickering,fire-shotdarkness.Really,itwouldbedoingthembothafavor.Shewasmessedup…inpain…andmostofit

           (allofit)

           wasthatdamnboy’sfault.Sure.Hehadlefthisowndaddyintheretoburn.Whenyouthoughtofit,itwasdamnclosetomurder.Patricidewaswhattheycalledit.Prettygoddamlow:

           "Mr.Hallorann?"Hervoicewaslow,weak,querulous.Hedidn’tmuchlikethesoundofit.

           "Dick!"Theboywassobbingnow,interror.

           Halloranndrewthemalletfromtherackandturnedtowardthefloodofwhitelightfromthesnowmobileheadlamp.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 661 из 672