It started in the news. Headlines were always far away.
“More trouble for the downtrodden,” Cheche said with a sigh.
“We’ll have to vote about it,” her husband replied.
Cheeks were pecked. She left with the keys to pick up her son, checking that his extra crutches were in the car.
She nearly missed a stop light when she saw a homeless man turn to mist.
The abortion clinic steamed.
Cheche ran from the car, keys still in the ignition, and choked on the son in her arms.
Her fading hand reached for the nearest teacher. Her scream was fog.
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Comments (5)
I was unfamiliar with the concept of Johatsu before this so I had to google it and reread the story. I like your interpretation if this, it felt eery and tense. Nicely done!
Oh wow- terrifying. Fantastic job!
Like Andrei, I'm a little bit lost in this one. Not necessarily a bad thing, considering the title.
Oh, I've just recently read an article about johatsu. I think, in general, it's not how it works, or does it? Reread your story several times trying to wrap my head around what you've layered here. I wonder what does the abortion clinic refer to (if it does)?
Horrifying 😱 👏