Takeshi didn’t get an even drag out of his cigarette. His heart was pounding and his breathing ragged. He had to finish the smoke or else he would really lose it.
He removed his mask from his face and shoved the gun into his pockets. Act natural.

The lights of a passing car streaked his body as he huddled to face the wall. He puffed once and tensed. Did the car stop? No, it rounded the corner. Exhale. Rain poured down his popped collar. He rolled it down.

He held the mask in his hand and he had just one last puff to go. There are more lost items in Japan than anywhere else. Nobody will suspect an odd pair of panty on the street. Unless….

Shit, were those dogs barking? They’re getting closer. He threw the things in his hands and ran.


Grey panties.
Musashino-shi, April 2017




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