PAYDAY, SAKABUKURO AND BLACK RICE – project “52”
Yoshinori San hired his young neighbour Takahiro for the season of harvesting rice – a hard worker, didn’t talk much and easy to agree on any offer.
He paid him a bag of rice.
An old darned sakabukuro sake bag full of black rice.
The young man looked at it, eyes hard to read, bowed down low to Yoshinori San as the order called, accepted the bag and took his pay.
When he was back in his lowly home, he grabbed two small stump carved stools, found a warm sunny spot in the back of their yard, sat on one of the stools, placed the sewn bag on the other and poured the rice out of it.
He clearly was mulling over what chances he’s got to sell it and get some money to cover the medical bills for his frail parents.
Or should he just make them some hearty meal and feed them well.
He had to find a way out of it!
Till we meet the sun again,
Sophia
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