All at once I heard people on the chairs scream. Faint light that shines through legs of chairs fluttered and stirred up dust. They were rolling out from the seats. The boy's dress was soaked in muddy blood and was sticking to the shoulder and the back. His back fell on the floor, blood splash went up, and the legs were stuck out toward the ceiling on the contrary. It was Birdie who was carrying his ankle. Birdie stretched out for the boy's shin. I saw the dress come off from the shin, like a shin guard. Actually, the bone was plucked.
Birdie looked me straight in the eyes. I felt she appealed for something to me, but I could not move my legs that have cowered.
Aircraft carrier leaped upon Birdie. He swung a catch fork down. Birdie parried it with one hand. No wonder he has failed because it is not the correct way to use a catch fork. Birdie lay on Aircraft carrier the next moment. Birdie took something hard in her mouth when she intended to sink her teeth into his neck after a slight up-swing. Aircraft carrier tore one of his wings off and put it to Birdie's mouth. Spine had approached Birdie. The ferrule of Spine's umbrella speared the forehead of Birdie's sad face when she looked up.
What is a living corpse? Scientific world investigates a brain cell in detail and makes a sketch of each function. It is shown clearly which domain is concerned with memory. But, even if a scientist looks at the brain cell and dissects it, he cannot really experience the memory. Those in life can see their own memories. Does the living corpse have memory? He is still alive if he has a memory. Otherwise, he is dead.
The hour has come. Will the flashback of lifetime memory like somato come and go in my mind's eye? The state of my mind had prepared to ascertain the truth. Have I chosen an easier way again?
"Gee!"
I made weird sounds and ran up on Spine's back. My knee struck the back of his
head. I locked my arms about his neck, when sliding down. My both shoulders
were pulled back and I went down. Cafe racer was looking down at me. She
chopped my head with the support for banner like a hockey stick.
The distant clouds glowed red in gathering dim dusk. Forms wandered in the darkness and looked up at the sky occasionally. I was afraid I have done something that can never be undone. The distant clouds heightened my anxiety.
I shopped for a milk whipper. It is also called a milk foamer. It is an electric or manual instrument used to beat milk for drinks including cappuccino. I visited at first a store I have been told to have a wider variety of items. There may have been items made of ceramic or glass but I liked a stainless manual one the best. I came near buying it when I remembered that there was another store. I had heard the nearby store had worse range on milk foamer. But I thought I must check these items also before buying.
Actually there was only one kind of milk foamer. Since it was exactly the same as what I was willing to choose, I decided to buy it there.
"Could you arrange to send this?"
"Then please come to this counter."
When I filled out a label of express home delivery,
"You can unbox the content to be packed." The staff struggling to pack the box
and all in a large box suggested that the content be repacked in a smaller
one.
"Well, let's go with that." When I responded, she began to unpack the box to
take out the milk foamer.
"Then, please arrange it to arrive at Sunday, Mother's Day."
I told her that.
"All right. The delivery time can be specified, too".
Her face and eyes sparkled for some reason.
