Dance

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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As I lay down, I suddenly remembered that I’d left the potato salad out on the table. The nights still weren’t that hot, so I thought that leaving it there overnight would be fine, but in the end it bothered me so much that I got back up out of bed.

A light filtered out from the living room. Apparently I hadn’t just forgotten to put the food away, I’d forgotten to turn the lights off as well.

‘What on earth am I doing?’ I thought, frowning but then I suddenly stopped.

Several people were on my table. They were small, no larger than 10 cm tall with armour and helmets on, surrounding the salad ball and dancing happily. Potato salad was probably their favourite, judging by the looks of them. I wasn’t scared or terrified; rather, a smile spilt forth before I could stop it.

It struck me that, in the future, I should probably pretend to leave things out more often. On small plates, of course.

 

Original Japanese

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