A single firefly drifts past her line of sight. She doesn’t try to catch it. Just watches.
She sets the phone back down. Picks up her chopsticks instead. -DS- -21 - A Hot Spring Trip - Mizuhara Misono...
Misono back in her yukata, hair damp, sitting by the open window. A tray of cold soba and pickled plum sits untouched beside her. A single firefly drifts past her line of sight