Patchwork
Author: Ukari (translated with author’s permission, please visit their website to see the original Japanese works!)
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 woke up, something felt strange with my arm. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I looked at my right arm and saw a suture mark going around the entire length of my arm. I didn’t remember injuring myself, nor having any surgery. And yet, the colour of my skin on this side seemed to be slightly different to the other side. My arm moved perfectly fine. There was no problem with my fingertips either. But it didn’t feel like my arm.
When I woke up, something felt strange with my arm. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I looked at my left arm and saw a suture mark going around the whole length of my arm. I didn’t remember injuring myself, nor having any surgery. But the colour of my skin looked slightly different on either side of the suture. My arm moved freely. There was no problem with my fingertips either. But this wasn’t my arm. That was how I felt.
When I woke up, something felt strange with my leg. Rubbing my sleeping eyes, I looked at my right leg and saw a suture mark going the around the entire length of my leg beneath the kneecap. I didn’t remember injuring myself, nor having any surgery. It seemed that the skin on either side of the suture was slightly different too. I could move my leg just fine. There was no problem with my toes either. But for some reason, this didn’t feel like my leg.
When I woke up, something felt strange with my leg. Rubbing my sleeping eyes, I looked at my left leg and saw a suture mark going the around the whole length of my leg beneath the knee. I didn’t remember injuring myself, nor having any surgery. There was a definite difference in skin colour above and below the suture as well. My leg worked perfectly fine. No problem moving my toes either. But I was absolutely certain that this leg wasn’t mine.
When I woke up, both my arms and legs were gone. There were nowhere to be seen.