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A series of fragments of what had and what might have been. Four short stories traverse the heart of Japan through the seasons.

# Longlisted for Best Short Story Collection, Saboteur Awards 2016.

[Tudor’s] understanding of Japan is amazingly perceptive, and her stories address the deeply intertwined paradoxes between young and old and urban and rural that have recently characterised the nation. ~ Michael Tsang, reviewed in Cha: An Asian Literary Journal

Such a wonderful, little book! I found myself immediately captivated and drawn into its vivid, warm, colorful, poetic language. ~ Gisle Skeie

My favorite story is Miyoko. It reminded me, as does the book, of what one might find in the works of Anton Chekhov. ~ Thomas R. Belfield

[Tudor] seems to have the knack that I find many Japanese authors have of writing something beautifully subtle, and turning objects and events of an every day nature into something engaging and special. ~ LJ Bale



Yoji sat on a local train and rested his head back against the window. From that angle he could just about see the scenery through the window across from him, it appeared from the tip of his nose. The winter sky and blanket of snow over the fields formed one huge white sheet that wrapped around the train, and the only indication of separation between the sky and the ground was a few houses scattered messily.