Flash Fiction: Midnight at Asamushi Onsen

Zakiko slid off her kimono lazily. “There’s no risk. It’s midnight. The hot spring’s abandoned.”

He opened his robe. “Isn’t it bad luck before a wedding to see—”

“We’re both blind, Takashi.”

The rōnin chuckled. “Touches don’t count?”

“I count each one.”

 

 

 

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