the short story project


Nattamon Montriwat


I got into a train. It was crowded.

After the train started to move, I heard a voice of mine, saying something out loud, yet so quite that I could barely hear.

“What?” I asked.

But the voice did not reply.


Suddenly, I realized that I had forgotten something for a very long time, but I can’t remember what it was.


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