One Night in Shibuya

Her jacket was slung across her shoulders—she’d been wearing it despite the sweaty air of the nightclub—and I removed it like a gentleman, spread it across the coarse stone steps so that we could sit down in comfort.

Introduction

“Everyone is coming here,” friends insisted. “Why would you want to go anywhere else?” Because travel was always in my blood.

Epilogue

There were indeed a number of mudslides after Helen eventually turned into a typhoon. And tragically, on the mainland itself, there were a few deaths.

Bonus. Girlfriends and Sisters

The flames turned into a huge fireball that lashed fiery tongues at the ceiling tiles, melting them into blackened charcoal slabs that peeled away and dropped like burnt crackers to the floor.