Hello hello, all! Becky/ruffwriter here. Summer's finally arrived, so let's do some writing, shall we? The Original Fiction Drabble-thon is once again underway
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Hakuryu didn't notice the rosary, until the afternoon he pushed Akki into the lake. Akki wore it hidden under his yukata, close to his skin. When Akki dragged himself back onto the wharf, the rosary fell out from the parted fabric at his chest. The beads shone creamy white, with a trace of yellow; at that time Hakuryu thought they were pretty.
Later, he discovered they were not coral, but bone -- gathered from generations of Hawatari heirs. The one Akki rubbed with his thumb, while they sat in silence, must have been his mother. Hakuryu wondered if he used them to pray, or only kept them as a memento.
Later, he discovered they were not coral, but bone -- gathered from generations of Hawatari heirs. The one Akki rubbed with his thumb, while they sat in silence, must have been his mother. Hakuryu wondered if he used them to pray, or only kept them as a memento.
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