Rejected Luna
Last she knew, she was ninety-two.
“It was a long day.” Jihoon gave her a wink.
“Studying or playing?” Hwang Halmeoni’s smile was knowing. She sat on a low wooden deck and peeled garlic into a bowl. The scent stung Jihoon’s nostrils.
“Playing.” He grinned. “Always.”
She clucked her tongue, popping a piece of raw garlic into her
mouth. Jihoon hated eating it raw, though his own halmeoni said it
was good for his health. Still, when Hwang Halmeoni held out her hand, he dutifully accepted a peeled clove.
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