Today, I went into a barber shop I didn't know. I have a buzz cut, so I don't really care where I get it cut. More than that, I wanted to get my beard shaved at a barber shop for the first time in a while.
The barber shop owner was an 85-year-old grandmother. We had a great conversation. Interesting old stories from before the war, during the war, and after the war were fun. The person working looked young. She said, 'Please come again.'
But then, at one moment. That moment was when the razor came to my neck.
Huh? Come to think of it, was the grandmother 85 years old? That thought crossed my mind, and my heart skipped a beat, causing my pulse to race a little.
Tremble. Vibrations to the blade's edge. Tremble. I must not move at all.
Good day
Gave her three thousand yen
And tomorrow will come