Thursday, 12 December 2024

Heal — or Do Not; There is no “Please Fix it FOR Me —”….






LLoyd :
 If you don't mind my saying
Mr. Torrance, you seem... 
put upon.

Danny, Champion 
of The World :
Put upon?

LLoyd :
Ain't that the way.
Man just living his life
trying to do his work.

He gets put upon.

Pulled into other 
people's problems.

I see it all the time, if you 
don't mind my saying.

Danny, Champion 
of The World :
So we lived 
in Florida.

LLoyd :
I'm sorry?

Danny, Champion 
of The World :
Mom and I.

LLoyd :
I'm afraid I don't know 
who you mean….

Danny, Champion 
of The World :
We never wanted to see snow 
again, so we lived in Florida.

Tiny place, but it 
was comfortable
and we were happy.

I mean, we were grieving.
We were traumatised, but 
there was happiness too.

She... She would look away.

She'd look at me, but she'd always 
look away after a second or two.

It took me a while 
to notice it.

But after The Overlook, she wouldn't 
look me in the eyes, not for long.

Couldn't figure it out.

But it...
It was you.

She saw your eyes in Me, and 
she'd have to look away.

It tortured her to 
have to do that.

So, I fixed it.

I fixed it for her, and it was 
the last time I ever used it.

So that she wouldn't see you 
anymore when she looked at me.

I was 20 when she died.

And back then, I saw when 
someone was gonna die.

I saw flies. 
Black flies.

"Death flies," I called them, 
circling people's faces.

And in those last weeks, 
she was covered...
Her whole face.

I could barely see her eyes.

And I... I tried to comfort her, 
but I could hardly look at her.

And she saw that.

She just lay there dying, with 
her son who couldn't look at her.

LLoyd :
Maybe something warm to 
push-away such unpleasantries.

Danny, Champion 
of The World :
Don't you wanna hear 
about it? She was your wife.

LLoyd :
I think you've mistaken 
me for someone else.
I'm just A Bartender. 

Danny, Champion 
of The World :
Oh, yeah? Just Lloyd, The Bartender
pouring joy at The Overlook Hotel.

LLoyd :
I'll pour whatever 
you like, Mr. Torrance.

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