Growing up, history was my favorite subject. Little did I know then history would haunt me later on. But I should have realized. We were taught that history repeats itself, after all. At least, until somebody steps in and messes with it. As the soldier takes his last breath, my body slowly evaporates into sparkling lights, which linger in the air a few moments before fading like wisps of mist before the morning sun.
“I love you, Jimmy. Now you’re free.” I mumble before I cease to exist.
Toshiya Kamei is a fiction writer whose short stories have appeared in Bending Genres, New World Writing, and Utopia Science Fiction, among others. Toshiya holds an MFA in Literary Translation from the University of Arkansas, USA. toshiyakamei.wordpress.com