Horror
The person you want to marry
My parents started to make plans for me to get married again, and when I think of a marriage partner, I can't help but think of the man who used to call me 'silly girl' every day. After graduating from junior high school, I came to work alone in this strange city. Twelve years ago, one night, I passed a barber store when I came home from work. In the store there was a dirty, long-haired madman was thrown out, his clothes were dirtier than those picked up from the garbage dump. It was summer, but he was wearing a variety of clothes, thin, thick, men's, and even women's clothing. Also wore cotton pants, and tied a sweater at the waist, his hair was long as if it had not been cut for years in general.
By Turnell Feliu3 years ago in Fiction






