The old tailless #23

Sayaka dropped by the boss's room in the evening without much fanfare. The two policemen standing guard outside gave her no trouble at all after the drama they themselves were partly to blame. The boss was alone on his bed, eyes closed to rest. These days, he tended to sleep for many long hours, sometimes… Continue reading The old tailless #23

Oops, I accidentally NaNoWriMo…

Okay, I just updated my NaNoWriMo word count but did not realize I was in "Words this session" mode instead of "Total words" mode so my word count just hilariously doubled and the website sent me the winner badge. Deleting the faulty entry from progress update didn't help so... Anyhow...there's one thing I forgot to… Continue reading Oops, I accidentally NaNoWriMo…

The old tailless #22

In the following week, the fruit of his physical rehabilitation began showing as the boss could move his shoulders and lift his arms above chest level. He was astonished by how much effort it took to accomplish something he had always taken for granted. Bit by bit, he was getting closer to being able to… Continue reading The old tailless #22

NaNoWriMo, the end is nigh

For your information, I did not plan this whole hospital arc at all. I planned to use the hospital as an easy time skip but research in coma recovery indicated a much longer recovery time than I anticipated. Just one more example of how the reality could derail my plot in unexpected ways through research.… Continue reading NaNoWriMo, the end is nigh

The old tailless #21

Inspector Ishikawa did not come on Sunday but his wife did. The English teacher dropped by around eight in the morning, at the same time she would normally show up to work.¬†She was running in the corridors, for which she was understandably scolded by a nurse who was so loud even the boss could hear… Continue reading The old tailless #21

The old tailless #20

The boss had been dreaming about the clan house in Nachikatsuura for the last good four days. And, through these fleeting memories, he caught a glimpse of the specter, the specter born from his past, the specter that had been chasing him for nearly fifty years. That girl, Sayaka, she was the specter. He ran… Continue reading The old tailless #20

The old tailless #17

Almost all dreams, good and bad alike, vanished when one woke up. The few whose bits and pieces one could still retain were usually the most remarkable. Indeed, of the two weeks the boss spent dreaming in minimal consciousness state, only a fragment of the dreams remained when he transited to full consciousness. Past full… Continue reading The old tailless #17