The Premonition

by Banana Yoshimoto

It’s not just my childhood memories. There’s something even more important I’m forgetting.

Behind her hair, her sweet ringing voice, her long fingers on the piano, she harbored something vast, lost, and familiar, and it was like a siren call to those of us who were missing parts of our childhoods.

I looked up at the sky, trying to get a grip on my own existence before it vanished into the darkness.