Notice: this is a fiction and the protagonists in this novel are imaginary characters, who aren’t related anyone in reality.
And this is a horror story. If you don’t like such stories or you have intense and special phobias, please don’t read this horror story.
<Here begins the novel.>
He picked up a clear glass bottle, in which was contained a paper. He strenuously tried to gaze at the thin stuff inside the bottle, which looks like an empty bottle of some alcohol drink. Beginning the observation of the simple but mysterious bottle, from the bottom, it had a cylindrical shape like bottles of wines. Shifting the eyesight to the top, there was a funnel-shaped part on the way, under the neck. After reaching the top, where was supposed to be attached a cap or a cork, was wound by plastic tape. To prevent sea water from infiltrating into the bottle. The black tape created layers and, from his close look, there was no open space on the layers.
Under the scorching sun, he didn’t want to take time just for watching a bottle. What mattered was the inward. Sunlight in summer gave him a clear visual of the paper, to the extent to which he could see something was written on it. The heat of a coastal area called “Shonan” forced him to decide how to open the bottle to read it. Pulling the black tape out was impossible. At least, for his finger and the surface of tape stiffened by salty water. Which was why, he went to a trash bin, from which a bunch of garbage oozed, near the place where he picked up the bottle cuddling letter and put it on the dented position created by bottles and cans of alcohol drinks and juices. Thanks to frequent drinking parties and barbecues late at night in summer and the widespread fame and popularity of this coastal area through the country, there were many bottles useful for wrecking the bin of letter. He chose a larger bottle having an opaque green surface. This must be a bottle for Shochu. He hit the bottle with the Shochu one carefully enough no to get the broken pieces come off the bottles and scar himself. Few challenges were enough for a junior high school boy. It worked out!
Picking up the letter avoiding the sharp edges of broken bottles, he was looking for shade to read it. Though it’s still morning, heat from every direction was tough. After strolling around, he found a local shop near the shore, and the shade stretched out and created a darkened area in front of the entrance. Because of the contribution of the old canopy, with faded words “Sea Riders”, attached on the shop, the size of shade was large enough to cover his body. What was better was that the shop wasn’t open yet. Taking time for reading would help him cool down. Getting into the shade, he opened the letter.
“This has gone through a long journey.” Being written in English, the author of it was likely to be somebody in English speaking country. He crouched, then began to read the letter.
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Author’s works: Asaka SENDOU
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