You dip fingers in the water expecting cold, feeling warmth. It ebbs away as the boat edges closer, ever closer. Colder, ever colder.
Akiyoshi walks into the forest. He does not turn around. Though when he hears the girl laugh he feels the pull of it and stops, thinking “this is it, I will turn back because of this.” Her laughter catches in the branches and hangs there for a moment like a bird you cannot see before a breeze stirs the air and carries it away. Akiyoshi lifts his feet and walks on. He is aware of the deepening shadows, the cooling of the air. He feels the softness of the ground underfoot and smells the dankness of the moss. He Read More
My removal was a final act of tenderness. Moments before, eye to eye, she made the decision. Fidelity, it turns out,takes many forms. She stroked his head and they inhaled together. But when she breathed again, hers was the only breath, and she suffocated it with a shudder of tears. From that moment I lay beside her on the bedside table. Traces of him, ingrained in leather, were better than nothing. She would shake her head sometimes, when she caught sight of me. “He was just a dog” I heard her say. But just the once. Yet despite this, every Read More