17 BACKWARDS BUTTERLFY

“Den san!” A voice that I have never heard called out. Weird. At a work site I never run into anyone that I know. I don’t see why this should be any different.

“Hey.” I replied. “Who are you?”

The person behind the voice is a heavy set woman. Short as well. Her hair cuts off at her ears, her nose is like a button, her belly is round. She is wearing a camo hat complete with a camo mask, making my basic one seem so…basic. No offense to her, there is no way that she has served. She is standing there with this sort of blank look, further confusing me.

“Name’s Chika.” She replied.

“Nice to meet you Chika. So then…how are we acquainted?”

“We are not. I was director by one of your superiors to come and meet you?”

“Meet me, for what?”

“You are their environmentalist specialist, is that right?”

“I am sure that they’ve already confirmed this.”