9 Tales Told in the Dark 21 by 9 Tales Told in the Dark

Author:9 Tales Told in the Dark [Dark, 9 Tales Told in the]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bride of Chaos
Published: 2017-03-08T23:00:00+00:00

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BIO:

Steven D. Hamilton is a writer and manual laborer. His fiction has been published in Rivet Journal and Chantwood Magazine. In 2015, he was selected as a finalist in the Central PA Magazine Writing Contest.

BIKUTIMU by Shelly Macaroy

Tokyo subways were jam packed during rush hour, but at night when he finished work, usually around 22:00, trains were basically empty. Sometimes he’d get lucky. Sit across from a pretty girl. Japanese women knew how to dress for him too. Skirts. Girls all wanted men to look, so he thought.

Hard to blame him considering how often the ladies would sit with their legs spread eagle, targeting him. Chanting, “Hey, what’s up here?”

It was his dream to pick a girl up on a subway. He’d fantasize about making love to one along the stairway around midnight when no one in Japan was awake. Desires aside, he wanted to learn Japanese as a means to pick up women. That’s why he studied from an app on his way to and from work. Karasu: crow and raven, he read in his head. Shikataganai noted as a popular saying, which meant, “It can’t be helped.” Bikutimu: victim.

The train stopped. Two people got on soon after. An old man sat in the handicap section. A schoolgirl hopped in the seat directly across from him.

Surely, he’d have morals and not check her out, being twice her age. She looked just as old as any thirty-year-old did, however. The way she smiled at him, with her cheeks shiny from the effulgent lighting above—he believed the girl had to be at least a senior. Graduating soon. He convinced himself her cheekbones were a sign of her being older. Eighteen at least. Not a kid.

So logically, as she sprawled out in her seat, he scanned her sensual body. She was busy on her phone.

Oh, why did they make those uniforms so hot?

Of course, she had to wear pigtails with red cutesy ribbons to match her skimpy plaid skirt, which was so high up on her thighs it was pointless to have on at all. He could see her white panties with pink faded hearts without even trying.

At first, he felt perverted. Then she gazed his way with her eyebrows arched and lips perked toward him. She fell into her seat to make her skirt push up, giving him a better view.

Sure, she wore a navy jacket that covered her upper body. Buttoned, the thing pushed up everything high enough to say, “Take me, now.”

Her white blouse was see-through and the buttons were down so much so he could see the lining of her bra. Her red bowtie had been undone along her neck, sat there as if a ribbon on a present to be undone.

He didn’t want to look down at her knee-high socks or her platform shoes, had to. Someone told him girls in Japan wore shoes too big for their feet so they’d fall into a strong man’s arms. Hers were a tad large. He imagined embracing her after a fall.

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