Taboos — Captured

That night Hara took the receipt from her coat and found herself walking back to the museum. The building stood as a dark tooth against the city, windows flickering with the skeleton of exhibits. She slipped in through the service entrance; the security guard recognized her nod and pretended not to. She went to the climate chamber and stood very near the glass that held the manual of affection. She pressed the receipt to the glass like a talisman, a reverse offering.