15. His Stalking Feet

15. His Stalking Feet...

It doesn’t take long to disappear in a city like Tokyo. Exiting the building, I turned left, heading up Roppongi-dori away from the crossroads. I continued along Higashi-dori until I came to a series of multi-story towers that caught the glint of the setting sun in their steel and...
14. Three-days-dead (3)

14. Three-days-dead (3)...

“Oh,” stammered my lame-brained escort, “Someone broken in,” stating what he thought was the obvious. If he’d been more observant, he’d have noticed that though the place had been ransacked, there were no signs of forced entry. The vandals, whoever they were, had let themselves...
14. Three-days-dead (2)

14. Three-days-dead (2)...

“Oh my, what has happened here?” gasped my companion. He made his way through the apartment, drawn, no doubt, by a fascination with despoiled opulence. The hall, which stretched from the left side of the entrance toward a distant back wall, was flanked by a series of doors that...
14. Three-days-dead

14. Three-days-dead...

The phone was ringing and ringing and the apartment looked like a typhoon had blown through it. The intern delivered me to my father’s residence while insisting that I should actually have stayed at St. Luke’s Hospital. “You’ve been through a major physical trauma,” he insisted....
13. Live Dead Girl (6)

13. Live Dead Girl (6)...

“My fan club,” he confided. “They just won’t leave me alone. Just as I won’t leave you alone,” he tittered. Then he tried, with a furious twitching, to wink. By this time the nurse and two orderlies had arrived. They lifted the skinny little man as if he weighed no more...
13. Live Dead Girl (5)

13. Live Dead Girl (5)...

It’s funny how living moments can become friezes, stiff, like the past caught in the flash of a camera, like photographs. What a fright, I thought. Then I saw myself as he saw me: the girl—a once-dead one—standing naked upon a chair in front of her mirror. So, I looked straight...
13. Live Dead Girl (4)

13. Live Dead Girl (4)...

Those toes and the mouth were the parts of the body that I liked the most—the mouth because it was full of itself, full of provocative tastes. But I also liked my ears, so perfect, as though they’d been crafted of porcelain. I would have liked, almost, to remove them—the better...
13. Live Dead Girl (3)

13. Live Dead Girl (3)...

I pushed back my hair. It kept falling over my eyes. I could not see all that I wanted to see because of the thin cotton hospital gown in which someone had dressed me. It was a short, apron-like gown that the moonlight vaguely illumined. I noted, upon closer inspection that it was...
13. Live Dead Girl (2)

13. Live Dead Girl (2)...

I opened the bag and sorted though its contents: a yellow silk dress, high-heeled shoes, sheer hose, a beaded evening bag and a cab driver’s white glove. I gave an involuntary shiver. I dropped the clothes and moved on. There were medical supplies in a tub near the door—bottles...
13. Live Dead Girl

13. Live Dead Girl...

When I woke up again, I was not in the morgue. I was in bed in a private hospital room. It was 2:03 in the morning. At least this is what the luminous hands on the face of the bedside clock indicated. The room was dark, its door ajar. The fluorescent light from the corridor made a...

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