Highway with Green Apples

by Bae Suah

Then, to top it off, the cat that crosses your path one day on a highway with green apples turns out to be a black cat.

I felt certain that just because practically every single person found someone to marry did not mean that they’d found a love as gentle as a spring breeze or that shook them up like a midsummer storm. I was certain of this. I also suspected that I stood among the have-nots in that respect.