義郎
Yoshirou
4:53PM
Tuesday
Loneliness.
As the rain falls steadily onto the empty street, Yoshi makes his way past the park he used to hang out in, drinking cheap convenience store whiskey and watching girls nervously walk past.
A shadow of it’s former self, the beauty of the trees recently stripped of their vibrant autumn color, stains of the deceased, burnt into the ground like road lines. Yoshi knew these marks too well. He saw it happen.
But he couldn’t hear their voiceless cries.
1 comment:
Ohhh very descriptive Grant san.Even though Having only watched parts of this movie through sleepy eyes I remember the dark and depressing vibe it had and your story has definatly captured that...It depresses me to read it...Thats Great!!!
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