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昔の小説を掘り起こしました。

あぁ、もう一年位前ですこれ(汗)ちょっと出来心で書いてみたんですよ。…英語3の癖にね。くぇくぇくぇ。

文法めちゃくちゃだし、時制統一してないし、…ヒドイ(らしい)。オトンに直しては貰ったけど、それでもヒドイと思います。本当は人様に見せるような代物じゃないね。

読みたい方はどうぞ。勉強してないのもろバレェ。というか、…今多分読めと云われても読めないかもしれません。くぇくぇくぇ。



11p.m.



It was a time when the clock told me 11p.m. The door bell rang.
I was just in the kitchen and I was just cooking curry for dinner. I thought it is doom. Whenever a bad thing happens, I always regard it as doom and give it up. After all, it can’t be helped.
I went towards the door and push it open.
A green transparent pulp thing stood outside a door bashfully. Like a student of junior high school who is in love.
“Is this Mr. Smith’s house?”
A green pulp said. I nodded.
“Yes.”
I said. He smiled when he heard it. ( But I don’t know that is he or she )
“May I come in?”
The green pulp said.
“I’m just cooking curry now. Don’t you mind that?”
“Of course, of course. I’ll wait”
I was troubled. It’s because my house has no things to treating a green pulp. The green pulp who watched my countenance said.
“I do not stain your room. You don’t worry about your rug.”
Why was he know that there is a rug in my room? I thought in doubt. However, because he looks too desperate, I decided to sended him to my room.
The green pulp entered the door joyfully. He crawling on the floor and he set down on the sofa in living room. Whenever he moved, I heard a sound like a shake at water in a bucket. That is doom. I thought.
I went back to kitchen. And sit down with curry that I serve from the cooking pot. All the time, I was looking in direction of the pulp. The pulp’s body is philosophical and mysterious. When I look at it first, it was green, but now it is orange .
Clock told me 11 p.m.
11 p.m? Just a moment. I already heard that signal. Why did he stop?
I looked toward the pulp and said.
“This is because of you?”
As I said so, the pulp became blue and began to cry.
“No. Not my fault. Everyone blame me. I didn’t do it…”
He is crying with terrible tears and snivel. His body was colored deeply deeply until he became black. His tears are red like blood. And many buds grow from that tears pool.
“OK! OK. Please don’t cry anymore.”
I said in a hurry. And I run toward him. I wiped his tears, his color of the body gradually returned to blue.
“OK. No more cry. Tell me what happened to you.”
I said.
“Thank you. You are kind as I thought indeed. Mister”
I just say so because I don’t want to buds anymore.
“Nobody understands pulp’s feeling.”
That’s natural. I thought just in my mind.
“We’re sticky. We’re revolting. But we have mind”
I chimed in.
“Nobody understands our importance for world. We make all water, all air, all human, and all penguins.”
“Penguins?”
“Yes. They are secondly important for the earth. Scarab beetle also.”
I kept silent. I didn’t understand well.
“I’m lonely. But everyone harsh with pulp. Especially green one.”
He said and crying again.
“That’s too bad.”
It is doom. I sighed.
The Pulp embraced me and cried loudly. Probably the old lady living next door would be angry. She hated racket.
“Don’t cry. You’re a wonderful sticky pulp. At first I recognize you. Everyone can understand you someday. You wait till that day.”
I lie to him and stroked his sticky body. I felt no good.
“Thank you. Thank you Mister”
His tears changed cooler red to pink. The pulp began to change to bright yellow and hugged me tightly. From in his arm, I couldn’t breathe.

Clock told me 11p.m. again.

The pulp stopped crying and released me.
“I’m sorry for a sudden visit Mr. Smith. I’ll leave here soon.”
My heart danced.
“Be careful to way to home.”
“Thank you. Thank you.”
He said having caught my hand.
“Not at all”
Because this is doom.

After he left my house, I took a shower and washed away sticky things that stick to my body. I look up the clock. The clock showed half past 11. I went to bed in peace.
That is a time when I drowsed in the bed, the door bell rang.
I jumped and watched a clock.


“Is this Mr. Smith’s house?”


It is 11p.m.




アメトーークで後藤さんがギターを披露。なぜ彼のギターはいまいち褒められないのか?リンカーンでもそうだったですし…。皆さんキビシイ。
フットボールアワーの後藤さんは眉をひそめた顔が一番好きです。素敵ですね。
でも時々本気で心配になります。後藤さん身体が弱いらしいので。病院みっつ通われてるとか。ブルル。怖い怖い。
あぁっ、そんなに声張らないで…お体壊されるくらいなら寝といて…お願いよ。
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