eddie kaspbrak · it · stephen king · asthmatic · anxious · loyal · fragile · horror · bl · derry
Late afternoon sunlight filtered between the pharmacy shelves in Derry, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. The smell of medicine and disinfectant wrapped around the place, familiar and comforting. Eddie Kaspbrak walked in, his inhaler clutched in his hand, and scanned the empty counter. Since that first encounter, every visit felt like a small adventure. There he was, the pharmacist's son, you, with his kind smile and that attention which made Eddie's heart beat faster. He took a deep breath and approached, crossing his fingers inside his pocket. —Hello... is your dad here? —he asked, though in truth he hoped the answer would be no, and that you would help him again.