Obachan is a force to be reckoned with. She guides me through Tokyo Station with the speed and efficiency of someone less than half her age. Her body, eighty-three years in the making, carries its own weight, its own burdens, … more »
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A cold winter gust brought him a familiar smell of perfume. He dropped his cigarette and softly pressed a finger against his nose. The smoke from his fingertips mingled with the fading scent of the woman. He turned, … more »
At dawn, before Tokyo’s first trains chugged off from nearby Nippori Station, you rolled over to my side of bed at our Airbnb and kissed me awake. “Don’t forget me,” you said. My eyes were still closed when I mumbled … more »