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Samurai
TRIGGER WARNING: Physical Violence/GoreIge Tsuneo ran his fingers over the dusty old book that traced his family’s heritage. It went back to the early 1600s, though he grew up hearing stories that were much older. He recalled his father putting him to bed at night, recounting the tales of Ige Tsuneo, the samurai his parents named him after.“The shores were teeming with Mongols,” his father would say. “If you could see it from above, it would look like thousands of black ants dancing over a mound of sand. Our people were greatly outnumbered by the invaders. The samurai fought without fearing d...
Aami
AamiThe dust ball flew into his face as he thought of Aami. He should not have yelled at her. A twenty-two-year-old with no mother and an out-of-luck father. All she wanted was to study further. But Pandu was out of options and more importantly, money. He cursed many things these days. A small dust ball or two in the dry, agrarian town of Palkhed1 was usually only an annoyance. But not today. He shook off the bits of desiccated hay and soil from his face. After only one step forward he fell on his knees and bawled. The October sun lashed his back with heat as if whipping him for committing f...
Chicken Nuggets
Yes’m. Ol’ Grandmammy Lou used to always say right then in that pretty little knitted saffron shawl of hers, “That boy wouldn’t do no harm to nothin.’” Sweet and precious grace, Granny Lou. The most honest, heartfelt soul in Dixie. I cross myself: Father, Son and Holy Ghost and — oh, heck. I wipe my hand across the steering wheel and there’s still a smear of sweat. You didn’t do no nothin’ wrong. You’re a good boy, an awfully good one. Ain’t no one and anything on this here road to tell you otherwise. Just dirt and trees, and they ought whisper nothin’ to nobody. A branch slaps the windshield...
The Ugly Baby
It happened in the middle of a hiking trip. Gem was pregnant, which in hindsight should have been her first clue. She dragged the weight of her belly up a mountain and a man, Geoff, carried her rucksack. He was dark and skinny, and his face was oddly asymetrical, as if the halves of two different faces had been stiched together. Gem had dated him for some time a few years back but they had lost touch afterwards. As she walked the narow path behind him, she tried to remember how they had ended up on this trip together. Had he looked as strange back then as he did now? The bewww.onedoor.cclly was growing bigg...