It had been a good day. We had risen early and boarded our ship to travel across the water. Then, after hitting land, we had risen above the clouds, borne in a chariot of wire and steel. But, like all mortals, we had fallen - down along iron roads of pain and suffering.
The last part of our journey had been along an ancient cedar-lined path, following in the footsteps of thousands before us. Until at our destination, our bodies ritually cleansed, it was time to sate our appetites.
「Tonkatsu setto、 futatsu onegai shimasu! Biiru、coura mo! Onegai shimasu!」
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Lost for Words
Short StoryAnother volume of short stories from the Weekend Write-In.
