In winter when darkness seemed to permanently shroud the city, there were the odd days like this when it was brighter than the clearest summer day. Light came from every direction, reflected off the snow and windows, making it almost impossible to see. They walked along squinting their eyes. Ahead, everything seemed to glow white. As they continued, needing and wanting to say nothing at all, marking deep footprints in the layer of snow covering the sidewalk, a sound began to trickle through the street. Neither Henry nor L noticed it until it grew slowly into a massive wave, deepening and widening into the chanting and drumbeat of a mass of people approaching them. Even without the snow, which drifted up to their knees at certain points, it would’ve been impossible for any traffic to pass on the street with a swell of people this large moving towards them. L tightened her grip on Henry’s arm and leaned her face into his shoulder as people swarmed past them. It was almost impossible not to get pulled into the current of this tide of bodies and banners.
What do You think about L (and Things Come Apart)?
