(… Last Blow continued)
It was a cold November night in the city. The urbanity of it all got to me… and to you, too.More
Every time he spent his days and nights in somebody else’s house, Luji couldn’t bite.
He plugs a box to view color.
Flicks the thumbstick to hover.
Stops occasionally at a certain option.
Presses “A” to set motion.More
He is kind and patient.
I do not intend to hurt him.
But, it’s heading to hurting.More
Few words they throw to define her.
Of all people, she hears it from her family – her so-called family.
Sometimes she would think that she doesn’t belong to that family.
They’re “too good” to get along with the likes of her.
She wonders why they are of her own kind and of her own blood.
It is easy to disown her, it seems.More
– the last remaining scraps of meat from yesterday’s hunt. It was Him who caught this animal with horns. I don’t know what it’s called; He knows its name. It’s not like it matters whether I know what we’re eating or not. What is the value of my knowing? Only He has the right to know.
He has been trying so hard to find more food for us. I almost felt guilty for licking the last bits of meat. Those scraps were the only ones left from his hunt. I know it is more difficult for him to hunt now because of this strange weather. Every animal seems to have hidden behind the thickness of this white sheath from the sky. This sheath is lovely to look at, but it deprives us so.