Red

I moved from one town to a city I did not know.
There was a quiet hill in the station which I do not know.
The hotel room on the hill was too wide for one person.

When I sat on a room chair that was too spacious and drank the dry bread I bought yesterday and the drinking red wine into the glass, the black phone rang.

"I will pick you up from now."

He was a low voice man.

I looked for a red medicine to go from the bag to the next town. The inside of the bag was wet. Something wrapped around the fingertips, something pierced through the skin. The moment I tried to remove my finger from my bag, I was sucked into my bag.

The window glass broke, the dead leaves depicted a circle in the swirling air, and it fell to the bottom of a deep deep well.

Among the darkness that goes on and the light that is going down, I pull out my eyes and close my eyes.

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