Chapter 4 [The Wharf]

“Otsukare sama de——ssss.” Sana recited routinely and half-bowed in the general direction of the remaining crew members trickling out of the studio, formal closing salutations already completed. The night air was crisp in Odaiba and a strong breeze assailed her with the scent of salt water. The moon reflected in a stretched, distorted pattern across the convex curve of the massive Fuji globe that hung high overhead. Sana’s personal manager approached, face tired as usual at the end of a long work day (he’d been awake for at least twenty hours already) and reminded her of where and at what time she needed to be tomorrow.

Advertisements
Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: