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SnapStory1000 #020: Tidying Up
#020: Weeding Out
They’d just about had it. It was time to clean up the country and the people at the top weren’t paying them enough and they were part of the problem. A silent coup was the only way to bring a semblance of hope and balance to the country. After so many years of stopping cyclists with broken lights and letting domestic violence cases in the station off with a wave of the hand and a blind eye, they knew it was time to do something to make amends.
It was time to put Grandma in the slammer.
“Where are you taking me Sonny-boy?”
“Routine questioning, just relax.”
“What are you doing?! Stop it!!!”
At first the families always argued. The instinct of protecting the family is a hard to break, after all. It would be okay in a matter of hours though. They’d get Granny in the cuffs, put her along with Pops in the backseat and off they would go to Liquidation. The family then is informed that their relative has volunteered into a home, complete with an address they can be reached.
They never do, though. They never do.
In any case, it was a radical move to do in Hokkaido but it will be looked back on as necessary to allow the youth to take over in the future. Right, right? So what if the kids can’t read kanji or do ikebana? At least the country will be out of the doldrums. First Hokkaido, then Harajuku. That’s the word the chiefs running this renegade cockamamie gamble of an operation keep saying. With each the old soil overturned, new flowers can bloom. The Land of the Rising Sun already had plenty of water around it and it’s got the sun shining overhead.
The ambition of youth is inherent and key to saving the nation. You remove one and are guaranteed to create another.
The nation was always built on division and revolution. This was but one more.
Hail to the era of youth without the old. Those enlightened at 20.
SnapStory1000 Day #004: Angel
Day #004: Waiting
Real Angels don’t have wings. That’s what my friends tell me.
Instead, they say that Angels look just like you and me. Just like us. How crazy is that? It’s interesting though. How fun if the messengers of God were actually all among us? They say when you see an Angel, they disappear right after.
I need an Angel now. Came this shrine to pray for one but maybe that’s just hopeless. Such nonsense really. That may be so, but I thought that asking for one is better than just giving up altogether. Besides, the snowfall hides so many things. I remember that one time I got lost from my mother when I was a little girl because I couldn’t see a meter past my eyes in the snow. Of course, it turned out that she was on the other side of street behind me and I had gone too far ahead. Maybe I was ahead of the Angels? It’s still clear enough though.
Right?
I took my fortune and I read it. It was very lucky but yet underneath the Machibito – The Awaited One – it said that he would be coming only after a long while. Perhaps not today then…right?
Tucking the fortune in my wallet, I prepared to leave.
There was a young man who was looking at the bad fortunes tied to the tree. That tree would supposedly absorb the bad luck that got tied to its branches. For there being so many, it’s an awful lot for one to carry. He apparently had just added his to the lot. His gaze was affixed to it.
I tapped him on the shoulder. I’m not sure why. Just felt it was the thing to do. He was startled but didn’t turn around. That didn’t really bother me. After all, who knows what was going through his mind?
I told him “It’s okay. Be strong.”
I walked away before he could answer. Even moments later, I couldn’t tell what he looks like. Just walk away.
The snow fluttered down around me as I left the shrine..