Worms of disturbance

 

Uemori-san went through the door, out of her room. That would be the last time she would go out that way. Sure, she could use the window; but she had been developing strong feelings that there were other ways. Her shoulders rubbed against the smooth concrete curves of the narrow spiral staircase, as she went downwards. The greeting tune from the convenience store was calling her. Bing ban boom bam boon ban bondy bongy boo! Jagged-edged circles of wet were seeping into the dark blood-red, paving blockwork, on the ground. She skipped joyfully over them. Three feathers from a bird’s wing, held together, by a chunk of flesh and sinew, at the end, caught her attention. She stopped and stared at it, arms hanging flat by her sides.

She made a mental note to herself – Not. Quite. Right.

Oh! How pleasant to find a creature, so Shisa-like, sitting there upon that mailbox, glowing pink, picking something out from between its jagged fangs with its crystal-sharp claws. It noticed her skipping by, placed its paw delicately down onto the mailbox, smiled ever-so-slightly, and hopped-off, to follow her. She looked down at it, padding along at her heel. Its eyes were huge; giant green irises undulating, rippling, sparkling like a fluid emerald; whisps of gold swimming through their waters; glistening worms of disturbance.

Come! Come! – she sang, as she patted on her thigh – I shall call you Muburokku-chan! Will you come with me?

Muburokku-chan stopped, sat down, grinned, scratched its shell-like ear with its back paw, then nodded an almost imperceptible nod.

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