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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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When I left the convenience store after doing some shopping on a rainy day, my umbrella was gone. Somebody had stolen it.

People who snatch things during a time like this are the worst. I don’t care if you’re God himself, I won’t forgive you.

But it only costs a few hundred yen, you might say. Well to that, I say that you should pay that hundred yen yourself rather than stealing someone else’s property.

I’ll curse you. If you don’t return my umbrella within three days, I’ll curse you from the bottom of my heart, I decided. I ran through the rain all the way home.

The next day, my umbrella was waiting in front of my good. The skies were perfectly clear, and yet the umbrella was wet. A small puddle had formed beneath it. It was like someone had just used it to get out of the rain.

A small strip of paper was stuck to the handle. Written in it, it simply said I’m sorry.

 

Original Japanese

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