To Kameido

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.


When I went to put the garbage out one morning, I discovered a discarded doll’s head. It was incredibly lifelike and made with exquisite craftsmanship. I wasn’t sure whether such a thing could be disposed of on the burnables day, but when I returned that night it was still there.

It looked expensive, so perhaps the garbage man didn’t want to touch it either, but there was no “cannot be taken” sticker on it either.

The head sat there for two weeks. It rained for several days, but the head never got dirty. How strange.

The other night I had a dream. I dreamt of the doll’s head. It politely said to me, “I’ll be going to Kameido now.”

“Oh,” I replied, not sure of what else to say.

The next morning, the head was gone. I don’t know why I had that dream. I don’t know why the head was going to Kameido, either.


Original Japanese

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