Story 62
A Strange Face
When I was in high school.
It was on my way home from cram school. Around 9 p.m., I was walking alone in the rain.
As I crossed a pedestrian bridge, I passed by a man whose face gave me a strange feeling.
Probably a man — he didn’t look old enough to be called “middle-aged.”
Just an ordinary person…
But something about him was wrong.
I thought about it for a moment.
There was definitely something off about his face.
Then it hit me.
I figured it out.
His eyes — both of them — were upside down.
By the time I realized it, I was already about ten meters past him, on the straight stretch of the bridge.
I turned around.
He turned around too.
And then—he grinned. Looking right at me.
His upside-down eyes narrowing as he smiled.
His mouth moved silently.
“Yo-ku-wa-ka-tta-ne.”
So, you figured it out.
