Unhe's Eye Patch

Unhe didn't know how long he had been dead. She kept waiting to feel afraid, but the fear never came. The gramophone was there, his backpack and his walking stick. His mat rolled up as though there would be another evening and morning. He could not have been older than seventy. Unhe took out the origami boat that her brother had left for her all those years ago. For the first time, she unfolded it, knowing there wasn't anything written on it, but hoping any way in order to take it apart.