Pulling

Author: Ukari

To say here is far, and to call yonder nearby. Stories on the edge of the every day, strange tales you may or may not be moved by. Strange, curious, fantastic stories told by me, you, him and her. There are many stories but they’re all concluded within a single page, each story around 200 to 1200 characters in length, a short story collection you can easily read. Please enjoy them. Updated every Saturday at 6pm.

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People often fell down the stairs at the game centre I worked at. It was a rather steep slope, so each step was covered in non-slip rubber. And yet people slipped regardless of the weather, when it was neither wet nor slippery.

People fell regardless, injuring themselves on the way down.

Of course, the stairs had a landing, and the area was so thin that two people could barely pass each other. Supposing someone slipped, there was no reason why they wouldn’t be able to grab onto something and stop falling.

And yet, if someone fell on the stairs, they would always fall all the way to the bottom. Everyone complained, “Something pulled me, and I couldn’t stop!” How strange.

That game centre is still in operation. I don’t work there anymore, so I don’t know whether people are still falling or not.

 

Original Japanese

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