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prompt: Write a story about a fox spirit (a gumiho, ji\u01d4w\u011bih\u00fa, kitsune, or h\u1ed3 ly tinh), inspired by, e.g. Korean, Chinese, Japanese and Vietnamese folklore.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

available at Reedsy<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I first met her, she was pale, emaciated, yet her smile was warm. She was dressed in a loose robe-like gown that showed the sharp angles of her joints when she moved. She carried a bundle of flowers she attempted to sell to everyone who passed by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was something in her golden eyes that was both desperate and crafty, wild and careful. I watched for a short time, as she failed to sell a single flower, before I approached.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow much are the flowers?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhatever you feel is fair,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I opened my wallet, pulled out a fifty, and handed it to her. \u201cI\u2019ll take all of them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, kamsahamnida,\u201d she said with a bow. \u201cIt is too much, sir. I have no change.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cInstead of change, will you join me for dinner?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWha\u2014why?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere\u2019s something interesting about you, and I\u2019d like to know more. Besides, you\u2019ve sold all your flowers. Do you have any other plans?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2026no,\u201d she said with a bow, \u201cI have no other plans.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have to bow to me. I\u2019m Alex Watts, by the way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKim Soon-ja\u2026I mean, um, Soon-ja Kim.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStill getting used to the switched around name order? That\u2019s ok, Kim Soon-ja. Would it be okay if I called you Soon-ja?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2026uh, yes, that would be okay Alex Watts.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPlease, just call me Alex.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNe, Alex.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo? Oh, right, ne<\/em> means yes in Korean. I\u2019ve watched enough Korean movies and shows I should know that by now, even if I can\u2019t pronounce it quite right.\u201d I gestured down the road toward the area where the restaurants were. \u201cShall we?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The area where the restaurants clustered was beginning to fill up with the early dinner crowd. \u201cWhat sounds good?\u201d I asked. \u201cSteak? Sushi? Pizza?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo meat,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re in luck. There\u2019s a new vegan Asian-fusion joint down the way, and no crowd.\u201d I led her there, hoping the food would be edible and not some meat-free, gluten-free, taste-free crap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To my surprise, the smell on walking in was heavenly. Garlic, herbs, spices, and some undefined, heady scent that made my mouth water. \u201cLooks like a good spot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We took our seats and were given water and menus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon-ja glanced at her menu and set it down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWould you like me to read the menu to you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I moved around the table to sit next to her and began reading the menu. The pad Thai sounded like a good choice to me, but as soon as I read kimbap<\/em>, she brightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, kimbap, please. And kimchi if they have it.\u201d She pronounced the k\u2019s somewhere between an English k and g.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I started to rise in order to move to the other side of the table, and she put her hand on my arm. \u201cStay, please?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her eyes shone with tears as she tried the kimchi. She began to eat her kimbap, popping each large piece in her mouth in a single bite and savoring it. She leaned against me. \u201cI miss my home,\u201d she said, popping another slice of kimbap in her mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat brought you to the states?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA plane.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I chuckled. \u201cRight. I mean, why did you decide to come to the states?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI am trying to find a relic that was stolen from the spring shrine I guard.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA Buddhist shrine?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, older than that,\u201d she said. \u201cThe spring is the home of a water spirit, and the relic is meant to keep it safe. Now, no one visits the temple.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat sounds like a lonely existence.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt is the life I chose. You are still right, Alex Watts, it is lonely, but not for much longer. My trial is near an end.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTrial?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf I told you, you would think I am crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTry me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTo cease being a kumiho, I must go a hundred years without meat, restore the temple, and discover what it means to love and be loved by a human.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I thought about my words with care. It wouldn\u2019t do to confirm her suspicion about what I might think, but she might need help. \u201cYou say human, why is that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKumiho,\u201d she said, pointing at herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I let it go. \u201cA hundred years? So, your whole life?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She laughed, that warm smile spreading again. Something dangerous flashed behind her eyes as she leaned close and looked in my eyes. \u201cI am two thousand years already. Do not tell anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nodded and mumbled a promise. I was certain that she needed help, but I couldn\u2019t force it on her. The best I could do was to be a friend, and if the opportunity arose, I could suggest, gently<\/em>, some counseling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had finished my pad Thai and she had nearly finished her kimbap. \u201cDo you have any hints about where the relic is?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt is in an antique shop. I am trying to make enough money to buy it back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCan I help?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo. You do not even know me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, Soon-ja, I would like<\/em> to know you. Do you have a phone?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNe.\u201d She pulled a phone out of her robe that seemed to have hidden pockets everywhere. \u201cA kind woman gave it to me on my first day here. She was a Christian nun, I think. She also gave me a bible in Hangul script.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I added my name and number to her phone. \u201cIf you like, you can call me whenever.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked at the number and name, and entered the name in Hangul as well, \u201c\uc544\ub823\ud07f\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKamsahamnida, Alex Watts.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re very welcome, Kim Soon-ja. I hope you call soon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few days later, she called. We spent a long afternoon in the park, where she explained all the spirits of the stones, trees, plants, animals, and the pond. Her English seemed to have improved in a dramatic fashion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She captivated me with her explanations of how the spirits lived, communicated, and made themselves known. Then she looked at the runners passing through the park on the trail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe runners,\u201d she said, \u201care so focused on the physical world that they\u2019ve ignored their spirit. It\u2019s been beaten down to an ash. Not like you. Your spirit is still rich and alive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat makes you say that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI knew it when you first approached me. You shine with a warm aura. That\u2019s how I knew I could trust you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThanks for thinking so highly of me,\u201d I said, \u201cbut really, I\u2019m just trying to be a friend to someone who seemed in need of one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cExactly what I would expect you to say.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYour English was good before, but you\u2019ve improved a lot in the last few days. What\u2019s your secret?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cImmersion. When we met, I\u2019d only been here a week. I learned to read English yesterday, too, so you won\u2019t have to read menus to me.\u201d She watched the geese on the pond. \u201cI mean, if we were ever somewhere with a menu again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou seemed to be homesick when I met you. That\u2019s a short time in which to feel such longing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been traveling for two years now, tracking down the relic. It\u2019s a relief to be so close.\u201d Her eyes held the expression of a caged animal looking out to the wilderness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid you sell flowers today?\u201d I asked, changing the subject.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes. The wild roses have started to bloom, and they are popular. They\u2019re not real<\/em> wild roses, though. They\u2019re hybrids that birds have seeded in the wilderness. I found twenty-four and sold them all.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNice. How much did you make?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTwelve dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSoon-ja, that\u2019s not enough. You could charge a lot more.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She put her hand on my arm. \u201cI know you\u2019re concerned about me, but I will do things my way. In two more moons I will have enough to buy the relic and will have fulfilled my meat fast.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat does the relic look like?\u201d I knew there were a limited number of antiques shops in the area, and there was something about her that made want to help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That dangerous flash showed behind her eyes again. \u201cIf I tell you, you\u2019ll go find it and buy it for me. I know you want to help, Alex Watts, but it can\u2019t be rushed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nodded. \u201cOkay, Kim Soon-ja. I defer to your wishes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d Her eyes turned warm again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next few weeks passed in a blur. We got to the point where I was spending every waking minute I could with her. She wouldn\u2019t let me buy out her flowers, but she would let me stand with her and talk while she sold them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took her out to eat several more times, and even dancing one night. It seemed like she always wore the same outfit, but I figured it must be several identical outfits, since it was always immaculate when we met up, even when the last time I\u2019d seen her the previous day she had grass stains from rolling around in the park. We only did that a couple times\u2026well, maybe four or five times\u2026but it was worth it to hear her laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was early on a Saturday morning that she called. She sounded nervous. \u201cAlex, come with me to get my relic back?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSure. What time and where should I meet you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNow. I\u2019m waiting at your door.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019d told her where I lived when she\u2019d asked weeks earlier but hadn\u2019t expected her to show up. \u201cI\u2014I\u2019ll get dressed and be right out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We took a cab to the edge of the city where a rundown antiques store offered questionable goods amidst the graffiti on the surrounding buildings. I followed her in, and she went straight to the back of the store and lifted a small stone sculpture of a fox.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She carried it gently to the counter and set it down with care before counting out three-hundred dollars. The man behind the counter looked at the relic, and at Soon-ja.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe I shouldn\u2019t sell this,\u201d he said, reaching for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon-ja growled an inhuman sound, and her eyes flashed something feral and frightening. For a moment, I thought I saw fangs. He must have seen it too, as he recoiled back and put his hands up. \u201cJust joking,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He snatched the money and counted it, before putting a fifty back on the counter. \u201cSince you like it so much, I\u2014I\u2019ll give you a discount.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She ignored the fifty and cradled the relic. I picked up her change and led her out of the store. Once we were back in the full light of day, she seemed to calm down. \u201cThank you. If you hadn\u2019t been by my side, I might have done something I regret,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I called for a cab. \u201cWhere are you staying? I wouldn\u2019t want you to lose that now that you have it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you could just take me to the airport,\u201d she said, \u201cI will fly back to Seoul tonight and return to my temple tomorrow. The last full moon I must endure is almost here, so this needs to be returned by then.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stared at her, gape-mouthed. \u201cYou\u2014you\u2019re leaving, just like that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI must,\u201d she said, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. If I don\u2019t restore the temple before the full moon, the last hundred years have been wasted, and I\u2019ll get no further chances.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat about your luggage? Anything to pick up?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEverything I own is what you see,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019d decided before I realized it. \u201cI need to swing by my place first, pack an overnight bag, and grab my passport. I\u2019ll try for a tourist e-visa on the way to the airport.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2026hurts,\u201d she said, clutching her stomach. \u201cThe thought that I have to leave you hurts down here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt hurts me too,\u201d I said, \u201cwhich is why I\u2019m going to try my damndest to go with you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We got to the airport with plenty of time to spare, but her flight was full. My e-visa was approved, so I booked the next available seat on a flight to Incheon Airport in Seoul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll wait for you there,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019ll be twelve hours. I don\u2019t want you to be late to your temple. You could give me directions and I\u2019ll meet you there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She brushed a light hand on my cheek. \u201cI won\u2019t be late. I have the whole day. I\u2019ll wait for you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I smiled. \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As my flight took off, I estimated hers was landing or had just landed. The separation from her felt immense. There were a couple days every few weeks where she\u2019d been too busy to meet up, but even then, it didn\u2019t feel so insurmountable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It surprised me to be awakened by the flight attendant to prepare for landing. The soda I\u2019d gotten just after lift-off was still there, watered down by the melted ice. I gulped down the flat, tepid drink, put the empty cup in the trash bag she carried, and raised the tray.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After customs, I stepped out into the main atrium, and my heart sank. This made LAX seem quaint. There was no way I\u2019d find her here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took out my phone and turned it on. No connection. I\u2019d need a Korean SIM card for that, and my number would be different. At a loss as to where to go, I went outside to the taxi stand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She appeared out of the crowd and rushed toward me to give me a hug. \u201cI knew you\u2019d find me,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think you found me. I feel a little lost.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet\u2019s go. I\u2019ll show you my temple.\u201d She led me into a cab and had a long discussion with the driver before we took off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soon-ja took my hand. She took my focus so completely that it felt like only minutes before the taxi stopped next to a footpath on the dirt road that disappeared over the horizon toward the city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Holding hands, we walked down the footpath for almost an hour, the late afternoon sun settling lower on the horizon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I could hear the burbling of a stream nearby, and she stopped. The path wavered in front of me, the trees disappeared, and we stood in a clearing where a small shrine sat next a large spring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The energy of the place was overwhelming, and it felt like Soon-ja\u2019s hug, only bigger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With great reverence, she placed the stone fox on a small shelf in the shrine and let out a huge sigh. Her back was still toward me, but I could tell she was tense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat is it, Soon-ja? What\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe full moon. It comes tonight, the last part of the test.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m here for you,\u201d I said. I looked at the cot in the corner of the shrine. \u201cIf it\u2019s not okay for me to sleep here, I can sleep on the path and wait for morning. Whatever you prefer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo. You must<\/em> sleep here.\u201d She pointed at the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere will you sleep?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI will not sleep tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re sure.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI am sure, Alex Watts.\u201d She pulled a band of cloth out from beneath the bed. \u201cYou must not<\/em> take this off tonight. You must not<\/em> look at me again before the sun comes up. Promise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I figured it had something to do with her thinking she was a kumiho, and it wasn\u2019t time to get into that. \u201cOkay, Soon-ja, I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She tied the blindfold and I lay down on the cot. I heard her washing in the spring, and I felt the night grow cool around me. Then all was silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pad of small feet, the snuffling of a dog, a whimper, the scent of musk on the air. I felt the air as a dog-like nose sniffed at my hand, then the warm, wet nose nudged my hand up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I petted gently, the animal pulling closer and making a purring, whining sound. The pointed ears and soft fur felt foxlike, but it was too large to be a fox. The animal squeezed onto the cot, laying partly on top of me, and licked my face. It whimpered again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t know how I knew, but I did. \u201cShh, Soon-ja,\u201d I said, \u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d I petted her fur from nose to the many tails she had. \u201cI\u2019m here, and I\u2019m not going to run away.\u201d I felt awful for having doubted her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She calmed, making a purring-like sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI bet you\u2019re beautiful like this. I wish I could see you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She whimpered and placed a paw on the blindfold. \u201cI\u2019m not going to look. I promised.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I began to drift off, her warm weight and soft fur putting me to sleep. I had to say something before the moment was gone, though. \u201cYou know I\u2019m in love with you, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She licked my cheek once and then settled back down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sun felt warm on my skin in the morning, and I heard Soon-ja in the spring. I sat up without removing the blindfold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou can take it off now,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I took it off. She stood naked in the spring, fox ears sprouting from her head, and nine fox tails swirling behind her. \u201cYou\u2014you\u2019re beautiful. But\u2026this must mean it didn\u2019t work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt worked,\u201d she said. \u201cIt\u2019s fading now, and I wanted to show you who I was before it was all gone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re sure it worked?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure. The water\u2019s cold<\/em>! It\u2019s wonderful.\u201d She waved me in. \u201cYou should join me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I joined her for a quick wash, the water was<\/em> cold, then we lay out in the sun to dry off and warm up. \u201cWill you still guard the shrine?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, I\u2019m a human now, so I have to leave when my tails disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere will you go?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnywhere you are,\u201d she answered.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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