placebos
I’m happy. Everything’s alright. The world is beautiful. 真っ直ぐな道が寂しくて、先の見えない路を辿ってきたら、淋しい。 Continue reading placebos
Tag: alone
new and familiar
The more I get acclimated, the lonelier I become. 「昔はこうだった」「俺らの若い頃なんか」の浦島太郎もいるけど、私は、「え、そうなんですか？」のウラシマタロウ。 Continue reading new and familiar
indigestion
Pale bones curl around my neck, and the coldness makes me flinch. Slowly, their grips tighten. 日本を30年離れてできなくなったこと – 大浴場、生卵、麺を音を立てて啜る Continue reading indigestion
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
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
a house for sale
I don’t expect you to understand that this is more than a house I’m selling,that my husband died here,that I watched my dog take her last breath here,and that I watched my other dog deteriorate and had to make the difficult decision a few months ago, here, alone.That I’ve had to fight and fend alone.That, many times, I wished I could just quit.That I got … Continue reading a house for sale
plain truth
I have no story to tell at the moment; too many characters have died already, and the protagonist cannot find a goal to achieve. 『私の三不作』まず、不細工。元々の容姿もあるが、きれいにしようともしない。次に不精。やらなきゃならないことがない時が一番しあわせ。そして、不器用。思い描いていたものとは違う結果になることが多い。 Continue reading plain truth
anonymous
Some give thumb-downs saying she is hideous and fake, and others call her beautiful and tap likes and hearts.Her followers see mirror-shot photos, in which her face remains hidden behind a smartphone, and regard her with her pseudonym.“I am. I am. I am…” she murmurs, and a bolt of lightning flashes. For Three Line Tales – week 295. Continue reading anonymous
nine years later
Still standing and taking on whatever may come 今年は平井大さんの『小さな丘の木の下で』を聴いてるよ Continue reading nine years later
waste collection
Beep, beep, beep. Wheeeeeeen, thud. Chomp, chomp, chomp…The garbage truck is loud at the end of her street, hurling the neighbor’s overflowing trash bin and crushing the waste to pieces. She sets her half-full container at the curbside and shuffles back to her house through the empty side of the garage, passing by an unoccupied dog house.Clink, clink…As she closes the door, a car key … Continue reading waste collection
What does nelkumi think? 