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Wow - totally not what I was expecting! Very nicely done, and an excellent exercise in world-building in a very short space (both verbally and geometrically!) Feels like it has the potential for a lot of room to grow (ha ha 😅) No - really, I want to know more about both worlds. Also excellently said...

brythain wrote: ↑

Tue Jan 24, 2023 12:09 pm

Good story. Inspires some very interesting and complicated thoughts!

Thank you brythain - I always value your opinion!

(sorry to have missed your comment earlier - my day wasn't going as I'd hoped.)

Now back to making things happen on my side of the screen ..

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Thanks for taking the effort to read it - and for the feedback! re: Depression - I feel your pain; I’m not unfamiliar with people suffering from mental illness - the disconnection from life; the hopelessness felt by those trying to help them, engendered by the sometimes intractable nature of the pro...

And with some trivial formatting changes, I can say this work is finally completed - very glad to step away from it. Look after yourself - mental health isn’t a joke; if you’re not struggling - even if you are - there’s probably someone near you who is. We're here to look after each other, if for no...

Epilogue Two bright motes of light drift together on a velvet field of blackness. “Dude - what the fuck was that ?” 

“What??” “Seriously - what were you thinking. She’s stuck where she started and he’s actually gone down a level. Her we can help, but him .. he’s out of our department entirely now....

You Should Have Seen the Other Guy As Aiko got older, she’d occasionally search for Rin as her grandparents had before her. Aiko never discovered the nests and haunts that her grandparents had described, but she did discover the bones of a human, long dead. The body appeared to be that of a man; it...

The Years the Locusts Have Eaten

Carried by the wind,
Dandelion seeds pass over.
Katawa shinju.

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Last Winter Time had passed and Hisao felt it was time to put his meagre affairs in order. He didn’t affect minimalism, he just didn’t have a lot of possessions - not much more than he had as a student at Yamaku. He did have a box of Rin’s artwork that he’d saved - some had been destroyed in a wate...

Aiko and Hisao II Aiko arrived in the cafe right on time and looked for the man in the picture he had sent - spotting a person with the the right kind of hair, she made for his table. “The picture was taken some time ago by the look of him,” she thought - but he was unmistakable. “Tezuka, Aiko.” Sh...

Aiko and Hisao I Aiko had inherited her father’s analytical bent - and her mother’s stubbornness. After selling the house Aiko no longer felt tethered to her home town and resolved to find her father. It might be of no consequence - probably would be of no consequence - but his acquaintance was an ...

Hisao Alone Hisao’s gap year had become two, then five, then ten. Occasionally he’d wonder what he could have done differently, but then his break would be up - he’d stub out his cigarette, turn off his brain, and go back to work. Work at the konbini was undemanding, and his high school English was...

Tezuka Aiko Aiko had inherited the fiery red of her hair from her mother, and the unruliness of it from her father. She had kept the old house for years after her grandparent’s passing, and had set up cameras to see if Rin ever came by, but she hadn’t. Rin had stopped picking up the food her parent...

Leaving View “Rin? Are you there?”
 Rin’s mother pressed back the wild grasses; her husband held her hand to steady her along the thin path. They found Rin in a small clearing of flattened brush. Ratty, matted hair, dirty face; her overalls ragged at the cuff and worn through at the knees - no expr...

Six Metres Farther from Heaven Emi turned her car into the gravel driveway in front of the old house. Her headlamps showed the number to be correct and the porch light was on, offering a semblance of welcome. Rin’s mother answered Emi’s knock at the door - “Thank you so much for coming on such shor...

Later Days Rin sat under a worry tree - one of several she’d adopted. “I suppose I don’t need to paint much now, anymore, especially if no one will understand me when I do. Why did Hisao say that?” She shut her eyes tightly - “Why even bother?” Rin lay back in the grass, presently looking through t...