The Nose
Nose.
I remember there was something wrong with a nose. Whose nose, I do not remember, but it was somebody’s nose. Maybe my nose. I do not remember.
The nose was there, yet it seemed it was not there. No eyes, no mouth…just a nose. Even the face was not there.
What’s wrong? I heard a voice ask that sounded like cat.
Nothing. I chuckled. Did I laugh?
There’s no nose, is there? The voice of the cat continued.
Yes, there is. But I don’t see anything beside the nose.
Huh? The cat voiced. Nose, eh? How come I don’t see a nose but a face?
I don’t know. I said.
But where’s your nose? The cat meowed.
Right here. I said, pointing to my nose.
Then, what is this in my hands. Said the voice that sounded like cat showing me a nose.
It was my nose.
