A Sad Little Person.

I have once heard a legend about a little sad person who collects all of the sad tears in the world and turns them into stars. When the cause of the tears disappears, the star falls, so that someone at the other side of the world can make a wish.

In the dark room in front of a glowing monitor sat a sad little person - dark eyed and dark haired, quiet and completely still, a sack full of diamond-hard tears dangling from his side.

“You’re alright?”

“Yeah.”

“May I come in?”

“Sure.”

The light snapped on. He must have hidden the sack in the instant.

“I’ll just read here on Douglas’ bed, do you mind?”

“Suit yourself, kiddo.”

The lamp crackled comfortingly in the warmth of the room.

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

I was two pages through. I considered for a moment. “Fine, go ahead, play some.”

We drew up two chairs and I wrapped myself in his blanket.