Stories by Yuki Kazehara

Yuki Kazehara

Aya Nakata shook out the last of the children’s towels over the lost-property table and heard something small and heavy strike wood. It was not the sound of a c…

Yuki Kazehara

Mina Hoshino arrived with shellac under her fingernails and the distinct hope that nobody would notice. The museum was still closed. Mist lay over the river beh…

Yuki Kazehara

At 6:10 a.m., when the night porter came back from the side entrance with cold in his sleeves and a complaint prepared for the boiler, he found the room key on …

Yuki Kazehara

By the time Shinji Arai noticed the envelope, he had already mopped the booking hall twice and locked three doors that no one was likely to open again that even…

Yuki Kazehara

By the time Rieko Suda burned her fingers on the brass button, she had already decided the evening was badly organised. The washing machine at the end of the ro…

Yuki Kazehara

The umbrella had no owner. That was the first thing Kenji Matsuda noticed when he knelt to collect it from the waiting area at Namba Station. Rainwater pooled i…

Yuki Kazehara

The ink was still wet. Satomi touched it, almost without thinking, then regretted the smudge blossoming on her fingertip. Beside the scroll, the renowned callig…

Yuki Kazehara

The clocks had stopped, of course. That was how she found him. Ms. Ishikawa, whose floral arrangements graced the lobby of the Seishin Municipal Police Station …