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Emiko Kishita - I Want YouI lay perfectly still. I kept my eyes shut. I knew something was wrong I couldn't feel his warmth next to me. Yet I didn't want to open my eyes. He had warned me that this might happen, that he might have to leave without telling me, yet I had hoped. Hoped that he could stay here with me. A soft knock on the door pulled me from thoughts of him. My little sister entered.
"Emi, where's your shadow?"
"Rani? How how?"
"It wasn't that difficult. It's not as if you were careful about hiding it."
"But mom? Dad?"
Ranita shook her head. "They don't know."
I smiled and motioned for her to sit down. I got up and walked to the chair with my clothes on it.
"What brings you here, Rani?"
"I wanted to tell you that I am getting married. Soon."
I dropped my hairbrush and turned.
"Emi, I am no longer the little girl you take me for. I am grown."
I shook my head. It couldn't be Ranita was my little sister! She couldn't be getting married! Suddenly, I looked at her and
Feathers of the Hawk 52
Yes, I am a sucker for romance. Problem?
Kahu stormed into her room. Eyolf was standing at the window, looking at the trees on the other side of the road.
He didn't turn to look at her.
"You told Are that I can't fight!"
"So I did," Eyolf said, calmly, still looking out the window.
"How could you?"
"I care about you."
"'I care about you'? Well, that's nice to hear. Then why do you want me to be staying here while YOU get a chance to fight?"
"Because I care about your physical welfare as well," Eyolf said, still not turning.
"You don't care about me. If you did, you would let me fight."
Now Eyolf turned.
"I care more about you than you care about yourself, apparently. I just want you to survive this war, so that you can still be angry with me. I want you to take care of our child. I want you to be healthy when you deliver her. I want you to survive her birth. If you are wounded when she is born, you might not survive it. I personally find that more importan
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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