“Firefly” by Haruki Murakami
This feels like a diary rather than a short story. It’s a plain and simple story, but complicated enough. The fun of it is in the play of the emotions and the mystery.
I really like the story, and it’s not the teenage girl part of me that loves love stories if you can call this a “love” story. I just like stories of life, problems, and heartaches (slice-of-life). It doesn’t discuss any deep social issues, but it still gives you “food for thought.” It’s relatable for many people, for example, people, who may have lost a loved one.
The beauty is also in the metaphor of the firefly. I’m not so sure what it means, right now.