‘Are you sure it’s white, not red?’
Not red…
Not red…
Iryang’s eerie and raspy voice echoed in Sammy’s head like a malfunctioning tape recorder that kept on playing the same mocking tone. He almost flew, not walk, on his way home despite having shaky knees because he wasn’t used to running for several meters. His belly and beefy body too slowed him down.
‘I should’ve gone to that gym when I was still in the city,’ he scolded himself, panting every time he stopped. He wiped off his sweaty face with his sore and sticky arm, sighing a relief when he eyed his gate ahead. ‘Just a few more steps.’
He stopped to breathe in some more oxygen while watching the king of the day slowly descending on the mountains, casting a magnificent fiery glow of red, orange, and yellow color across the sky a
