Apr
18
2008
Koji
This is a short story I wrote. It’s about the Church and industrial orphans.
Mr. Kanazawa walked down the street as he did every morning, in quest of caffeine and the resultant rush of awareness. As he passed one of the countless alleys of the city, he barely noticed the stirring of cardboard that made the blue dumpster it contained so very unlike all the others. As Mr. Kanazawa continued his search for caffeinated satisfaction, a small boy emerged from his home of refrigerator boxes and discarded clothing. Continue reading