Cherry Blossom Stranger

              Time machine, time machine, take me away, to foreign lands and long-forgotten days.             7 April 2063; local time: 12:15 p.m.; outside Tokyo, Japan            I hate writing in my leather-bound journal on trains. The car’s gentle rhythmic rolling rocks me to sleep every time. However, riding in the Gran Class of theContinue reading “Cherry Blossom Stranger”