Oct 19, 2006 22:04
Around six in the post midi, an envelope appears on the refrigerator door in the small kitchen of St. Vibiana's. Written on the smooth white paper is one single word, a name. It says 'Kurt'.
Enclosed is a small note, written with the same, precise, to-the-point style; an address to one of the tall apartment buildings in Little Tokyo.
'Tea?
Sincerely,
/G '
Inside the small apartment, there's hardly one single corner that isn't bathed in the bright evening sun. There's a pot of tea steeping on the stove and a plate of cucumber sandwiches sitting on the kitchen counter.
It's oh, so silent. It's oh, so still.
pocket-watch,
kurt,
rp