The Harmony Silk Factory

I got up and brushed the sand off my legs. “Tread carefully with Kunichika,” I said.

“I’ve told you before, Peter, there’s nothing to fear,” she replied, her voice falling. She did not wish to discuss the matter, that much was clear.

“You can’t be sure of that,” I said.

There was no answer. I walked away, treading the line where the trees met the sand; the forest hushed and the sea burnt into the shore. My hands throbbed; I looked at them and remembered my fingers tightening around Honey’s fleshy neck. I had no choice. I knew what I had to do.