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第９回 イマジン・リトル東京ショートストーリー・コンテスト
J is for Junichiro
“Juni, you’ve been fighting again.”
Junichiro Nakashima hoped to hide his hands until he could ice them, but as usual his mother was too perceptive. Junichiro sat on the floor next to the family kotatsu as his mother retrieved her medicine box. Her antiseptic stung the open sores of his knuckles, but her usual monologue stung worse.
“How many times must I tell you not to fight with the other boys? This is the second time this month! Don’t you know what we’ve sacrificed to make this life for you!?”
Her chastisements continued for 15 minutes, and ser…
