Indifferent
Author: Ukari (translated with author’s permission, please visit their website to see the original Japanese works!)
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I have a bad habit. Whenever I see an open window, I have to look in it. I swear, I have no intention of peeping. It’s not like a have a disposition to be interested in the private lives of others. It’s just something I do without realising it.
Be that as it may, I do understand that this behaviour is no different to peeping. I’ve always thought about fixing this habit, but I’ve just never been able to.
It happened one summer day.
It was a hot, muggy day, and as I was out for a walk I looked up at an open window, as was my habit. This window was on the second floor. It was wide open with no mosquito screen, and I could see the white walls of the house inside.
Then, a splash of red ran across the wall. A hand reached from inside the house and closed the window so hard it echoed loudly.
That red might have been fresh blood, I thought. Even so, I didn’t do anything about it. Again, it’s not in my nature to involve myself in the private lives of others.