Seiko's StoryThe night was cloudy in her memory. There were no stars but a crescent moon kept breaking through the cover. Seiko could just about see it through the reflections on the dining room window.Seiko's Story
This is where she always went in meditation, living that night as a ghost inside her younger body, unable to influence the events. Tonight she started at the rice.
“Seiko, pass the rice?” Her body looked away from the window and reached out to the bowl. She passed it to her mother. Her father reached a rude distance across the table and served himself a dumpling. Her mother shot him a look and spooned rice onto her plate
Human- The storyIt was a beautiful clear night in England, 1888. I was taking a walk along the wharf, I didn’t know why. So, walking alone late at night, I was surprised when a stranger took my hand.Human- The story
“Sir.” I asked him, astonished by his boldness, “What are you doing?” He looked deep into my eyes and pulled me closer. Frightened now, I tried to pull away, but his grip was like rock, unbreakable. He smiled, then sighed into my face.
Blackness.
I awoke some time later in a large room. It had a wooden floor; plaster walls and no windows, except for a small barred one in the door
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