comfort

“How many years?”“Thirty-three.”“Oh, my… But why?”“Why what?”“Why did you come back now?”“I’ve no one there. No job, either. My mom’s here. And my sister, too.”“Uh-huh. And how are you doing so far?”“Better than I thought I would, I think.”“You think?”“Yeah.”“Things are different from what you remember or are used to, I suppose.”“The sky’s the same.” For Friday Fictioneers. Continue reading comfort

in the autumnal twilight

“We have teacups for green tea,” Mother told me. “Thanks, but I’m fine drinking green tea from a mug.” I have been doing so for a while. In chapter one of my life, I did take my green tea in a little porcelain teacup with no handle. That is what the people around me always did, and I did the same. Outside my tiny world, … Continue reading in the autumnal twilight

an ephemerist

Walking down the street, looking at the feet.Averting connection, avoiding intervention.Hurting, in pain, voicing in vain.Knowing nothing, afraid of everything. Kindness unnoticed, a sole ephemerist.Invisible, invincible, obtrusive, and miscible.The forgotten truth that came with youthGone, gone, gone at the break of dawn. What’s left is a list of analyses.Algorithm to carnivorism. If I could talk to the younger me,I would balk at a plea.Why I … Continue reading an ephemerist

a ghost

The sound of an escaping breath wakes me up. I slowly open my eyes and notice the pale light. The curtains, which I’m sure I had closed before I went to bed, are wide open. A figure stands by the window. Its smooth face, which is shined by the moonlight, stares outside. I stay quiet and still. The figure sighs, turns its head towards me, … Continue reading a ghost

no place

Pains on my body remind me of the reality I am in. Pains in my heart allow me to live in the past, with the people and things I’ve lost. It’s been a month. Time moves fast and slow at the same time. The days in the jungle are fading, becoming surreal and, soon, memories. Here, I’ve no place to cry alone. 「お姉ちゃんは、これから何がしたいの?」アイロンをかける手を休めずに妹は言った。「何がしたい?仕事のこと?」「そうじゃないけど」「夢とかってこと?」「そんなに大きくなくてもいいけど」アイロンを置き、妹は笑った。 もう一ヶ月。でも、まだひと月。あの日たちが思い出になれば、今を現実として纏うしかない。 Continue reading no place

a ghostwriter

The rain pelts down on the remnants of civilization—reflections of flashing red lights, flyers with blurred words, and discarded paper wraps. Tall buildings behind the mist are quiet, windows dark.I cross the empty street.My head tells me to hurry, but my feet feel clumsy. I glance behind and see no one. Hear no footsteps. Only shadows shrouded in the night rain linger.The rain pummels harder.Thump, … Continue reading a ghostwriter