Idolatry
Orange maple leaves spun through the air from arching branches high overhead. Wind ruffled the trees until the susurration surrounded the two women walking on the empty path below.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Fumiko asked while smiling up at the scattered, shifting sunlight filtered by the boughs above them.
“Ye-es,” Katsumi agreed hesitantly. She pulled her thin black coat closer around her body. Goosebumps rose on her skin while she shivered. It’d been warm when she’d left her home to meet her friend and she hadn’t planned on the long drive out to the mountain. The girl cast an envious look at her blonde haired friend in her long, blue coat and thick black leggings. …