Chapter
187 of the cellphone novel: Secondhand Memories by Takatsu
We walked in silence for a while.
The twinkling lights in the neighbourhood slowly
one by one were snuffed out, like candles.
But yet, this was not a depressing thought. As people turned off their lights, the night would gently embrace everyone with
peace.
Hush. The night was our lullaby.
I glanced at my handphone. It was 12 already. I hadn’
t realized I had spent so much time in the hospital.
“It’s really
late isn’t it?” I asked no one in particular.