
PseudoPod 004: Returning My Sister’s Face
Returning My Sister’s Face
by Eugie Foster
Mother sat bolt upright and stared at Oiwa. “Where is your face?” she cried.
Oiwa reached a hand to her cheek. “I-It is at the front of my head, where it always is.”
“No, only half of it,” Mother replied. She glared at me. “I pledge you to return the other half of your sister’s face. Swear it, Yasuo!”