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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

FAT MAN

            “Ichiro is honorable,” said Okasan. “He’ll be a faithful husband.”

            “He’s too fat and reeks of fish.”

            “Instead you’d rather shame your family and become a prostitute?”

            “Geisha. They are artists.”

            “So your father says.”

            Since dawn Yuki had tried to reason with her mother, but, no matter what she said, Okasan’s face remained an obdurate fortress, damaged by years of sorrow and betrayal.  

            “It’s after 11:00. I’ll be late.”

            “Please, my only child, don’t leave your home.”

            Yuki turned her gaze to the calming garden pond.

            “Nagasaki’s no longer my—”

            Savage-radiance seared brilliant koi colors into her eyes.

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August 9, 1945