Author: Mitsuko Nagasaki

Today marks a year since I lost Helen. Ive just fried up some potatoes, opened a jar of pickled onions

From Hatred to Love Edward despised dogs. Ever since that distant day, when he was a chubby, ginger-haired

Sarah lay on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Restless thoughts chased away any hope of sleep.

When the volunteer unlocked the kennel, my plan completely fell apart This Saturday, I step into the

A half-dead dog shielded a tiny bundle, and people just gave them a wide berth James was, as per usual

Hospital Bed Where My Childhood Ended Diary Entry I was twelve when my childhood ended, not in the familiar

He moved like someone whod stepped out of another eraquick, precise, as if nothing around him could touch him.

I remember the time, many years ago now, when I finally went to see the doctor, having lost all hope

The café rested in that delicate spell of midday quiet the sort that feels as if it might break at any moment.

That evening, I didnt bother mopping up the spilled stew. I simply stepped over the puddle, opened my