Carving a lantern fruitLelu was standing at the dark street corner, which was lit by the half empty wending machine. The street was usually one of the busier ones, because there was an airway station close by, but at the late hour the street looked oddly abandoned. Lelu peeked at his phone to check on the time. He wasn’t known for being punctual, but he honestly had nowhere else to be.
He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the idea of the well known busine...
