Bamboo Ridge – The Forgotten Flea Powder

Philip K. Ige
From Bamboo Ridge Press, Issue One

Two blocks past Johnson’s Five and Ten in the town of Kaimuki, Satoshi Ikehara, standing in the rear of a jam-packed Honolulu bus, woke up from his stupor with a start, looked outside, and nudged his little brother who stood beside him. “Hey, Yuki, we pass da store again.”

“Huh?”

“We forget to get off by Johnson Store an’ buy flea-powder — you know, for Blackie.”

“Oh, yeah. How many times we goin’ forget anyway? Four times already, no-o?”

“Yeah. We no can get off now — too late. We got to go home.”

“’At’s okay. We can buy ’em tomorrow — Saturday.”