Chalk Circle
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 returned home a little tipsy, there was a chalk circle on the road in front of a nearby apartment building.
Just one, there on the road.
Was it the remains of a game from some children who lived here?
It made me kind of nostalgic, and after checking there was no-one else around, I put both feet together and jumped into the circle. And suddenly, I felt rather embarrassed.
The moment I rushed out of the circle, I heard something crash and shatter behind me.
Turning around, a thick, heavy flowerpot was lying in pieces in the circle.
I looked up in surprise, but I couldn’t see anyone on the apartment verandas.