Tattered tissue paper, secretly piled under the bed linen
a missing neck cushion
a crime committed in the wee hours of the night: ringing a door bell and running for your life
gullible like the orange
two pairs of identical pants
face masks and book marks
trains whizzing past
cafes that served bad food, no food, great food
stale morning coffee
forced Japanese pronunciations
Taxi men: some old, some Genki, always apologetic
Bananas to bid luck for the new year
a very sudden goodbye
home is where your heart is
