music filtered through the fair grounds
reaching my ears.
Kohaku bounced from side to side
seemingly in his element
within the market atmosphere.
“let’s buy mochi!”
he pointed across the road to a man selling sweet rice cakes.
i merely nodded
following his movements in a haze
barely paying attention.
it was nearing 9 o'clock
the moon was out
fighting to show itself against the bright lights
of the market.
a few minutes later
Kohaku and i sat together under a few trees
eating yakitori and watching the people pass by in front of us.
all was calm
with a gentle breeze passing through my hair.
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“you okay?”
i turned to see Kohaku watching me intently
with a concerned expression.
a strong gust of wind swept over us and then
it was gone.
i swallowed and looked down at my chicken
then up at the lights blinking through the dark
hinting of warmth
comfort.
things i’d never reach.
i whispered into the breeze;
“no.”
[ mochi: rice cakes made from sticky rice flour
yakitori: grilled chicken on sticks]
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Through Viridian Seas
Short Story❝ the world has taken away who i really am. who i want to be. ❞ in which loneliness is washed away by a sea of blue-green beauty. ❄girlxgirl❄a cellphone novel❄complete❄ #152 in short story | 28/7/17 © 2017 salmonskinroll written 21/5 to 27/7/17
