Himchan always had issues with old ladies. They would pull his cheeks, coy him into arranged marriages with their grandchildren; yes, plural indeed, one thing he never understood. When he started his big life in music industry, he thought they have had their share of him. Too bad one of them decided that Channie ...needs more carrots.

  I sat by the wall as I removed myself from the world. My lap cradles my mother’s head, long strands of auburn silked with red. A year later, his stained hands stutter over my dead sight, a corpse hidden by the night.