Happy birthday, she said.
In her hand was something small and round, like an elixir. Is it medicine, he asked.
It’s time. Time that somebody sold to me.
What are you talking about?
You always say you haven’t the time to go out and catch a movie or anything like that. The lady who sold me this capsule said there’s a good ten hours in it. That should give us enough to get out for a bit, yes?
But this is somebody else’s time. I can’t…
Gee whiz, why you’ve got to be so old fashioned? People sell their time for money, it’s what they want. And people like us have the money to buy their time. Tell me, is there anything wrong with that?
But you can’t put a price on time! It’s all that we have between birth and death. You can’t trade it like a vulgar commodity.
Oh for heaven’s sake, it’s already paid for, nothing we can do about it now. Let’s go make good use of it, she said. Kissing him gently, she added, Let’s not waste other people’s time.
First attempt to write a short story in Chinese, a language I’ve always struggled with. The recipient seemed to like the story, so I think I’ve done alright!