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Like in a French Film

Like in a French Film By Seo Jang-won Translated by Paige Aniyah Morris hen I got home from work, I found Yujae sitting hunched W on the floor like a big cat. He was cradling one foot in his hands, intently studying the bottom. I touched his back. “Still not out?” Yujae looked up glumly at me and said, “Yeah.” I took off my socks and tossed them in the laundry basket by the door. Then I peeled off my coat, shrugged out of my shirt and jeans, and threw them on the chair I used exclusively as a clothing rack. Yujae turned his back to me and examined his foot again. A couple nights ago when I got home, he had asked me to take a look at it. “I stepped on a splinter.” We lived in an old villa with these hardwood floors that had been popular around the time the house was built. Now and then, little slivers of wood broke off from the floorboards. Yujae thought he might have stepped on one. But there were no splinters in his foot from what I could tell. “I don’t see anything,” I said. I didn’t think much of it then. Yujae got http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture University of Hawai'I Press

Like in a French Film

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University of Hawai'I Press
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By Seo Jang-won Translated by Paige Aniyah Morris hen I got home from work, I found Yujae sitting hunched W on the floor like a big cat. He was cradling one foot in his hands, intently studying the bottom. I touched his back. “Still not out?” Yujae looked up glumly at me and said, “Yeah.” I took off my socks and tossed them in the laundry basket by the door. Then I peeled off my coat, shrugged out of my shirt and jeans, and threw them on the chair I used exclusively as a clothing rack. Yujae turned his back to me and examined his foot again. A couple nights ago when I got home, he had asked me to take a look at it. “I stepped on a splinter.” We lived in an old villa with these hardwood floors that had been popular around the time the house was built. Now and then, little slivers of wood broke off from the floorboards. Yujae thought he might have stepped on one. But there were no splinters in his foot from what I could tell. “I don’t see anything,” I said. I didn’t think much of it then. Yujae got

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Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture – University of Hawai'I Press

Published: Jul 14, 2022

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