A Crane Among Wolves

by June Hur

“He encourages the monstrosity in others to justify his own.”

I shook my head. Surely the heavens would not be so cruel? He had remained kindhearted in a world that was a fist. He had extended friendship to me when he could have left me to die, killed by my own stupidity. He was a father who’d choose to love his son again in the afterlife, the son who had remorselessly walked out of his life. Wonsik was a lantern in this darkened world.

I had been too naive to see that life had never been normal, that darkness had always existed beyond my mansion walls.