Cursed Bunny

by Bora Chung

“He was dead when I came home one day. And right next to him stood a younger version of him. About the age I am now, the way he looked before he was taken to the concentration camp.” His grandfather’s younger self kept agitatedly looking back and forth between his older self’s face and his grandson’s. The grandson slowly pointed to the door. When he nodded, his grandfather’s younger self, still with a confused expression, slowly walked toward it and departed. From a window, the grandson stared for a long time as his grandfather’s soul walked down the street, crossed the sunlit plaza, and disappeared into a wider realm. “Grandfather had spent his whole life being terrified of a war that was long over, of a concentration camp that had long disappeared. It was only after he died when he could finally walk about the city freely,” he murmured.