“Etsuko! You’re Etsuko, aren’t you?” Masako blurted out, her feelings of nostalgia resurfacing.
Etsuko had grown into a pretty girl with smooth skin. She was much taller now, but she still had the same big eyes and full cheeks she’d had as a young child. Masako was sure she’d recognize her anywhere and that Etsuko would recognize Masako anywhere too. Masako wanted to run up and give her a hug. But instead, she hesitated. It had been such a very long time since they’d last seen each other, and Masako felt a little shy. But it was okay, because Etsuko seemed to be feeling the same way as well. So, slowly, the two of them walked towards each other.
“You’ve grown so much,” said Masako.
“I know. I’m like a telegraph pole, aren’t I!”
Together they laughed and, inside, Masako felt quite relieved. She hasn’t changed one bit! she thought to herself.
Masako and Etsuko grabbed each other’s hands in delight, and Bunichi gave a small but purposeful cough, prompting Masako to introduce him.
“This is my classmate. Bunichi Morimoto. And this is Etsuko Kitajima. You remember I told you about her?”
Bunichi took an awkward step forward and stiffly introduced himself.
“I’ve heard a lot about you from Masako,” said Bunichi in his best adult-like voice, forcing Masako to stifle a giggle.
Etsuko blushed a little and bowed her head.
“How many years has it been?” asked Masako.
“Let me see…” said Etsuko, walking over to the wooden railing. “It must be seven… no, eight years now! I often thought about you. We were such good friends, but you never came back to see us.”
“I’m sorry. I often thought of you as well. You were even in my dream.”
Masako tried to take a step towards Etsuko, but stopped in her tracks. The railing behind Etsuko was rotten and weak, and she was afraid it might break off.
“But now we’ve finally been reunited!” said Etsuko, walking over to Masako and taking her hands in hers. “I was so worried that you were still upset about that incident.”
Masako was startled to hear Etsuko’s words, and she quickly glanced back to Bunichi.
“What do you mean, ‘that incident’?” asked Bunichi as he stepped towards Etsuko with a serious look on his face.
Masako’s pulse was racing. What was this mysterious incident? Was it the cause of Masako’s troubled emotions? Did Etsuko hold the key to unlock Masako’s nightmares?
“What’s the matter?” said Bunichi. “You both look so serious… You’re scaring me.”
Without thinking, Masako placed both hands firmly on Etsuko’s shoulders. Etsuko grimaced in pain.
“Please, tell me! What happened? What do you mean by ‘the incident’?”
“You’re hurting me!” cried Etsuko. “Let me go!”
But Masako was far too caught up in her need for answers. In fact, she was shaking Etsuko by the shoulders without even realizing it. Fortunately, Bunichi stepped in and took Masako’s hands in his.
“Ow, that hurt,” said Etsuko, rubbing her shoulders and throwing a glare in Masako’s direction. “You didn’t come here to see me, did you? What did you come here for? Don’t tell me you don’t remember what happened.”
“Look,” said Bunichi. “I don’t know what happened between you two. But Masako is struggling because she can’t remember what the incident was.”
“Are you serious?” asked Etsuko, looking beyond Bunichi’s shoulders to where Masako was standing, about to burst into tears. “You really have forgotten?”
Masako nodded sadly.
“I’m disappointed,” said Etsuko with a downcast look on her face, then she turned her back to them and walked over to the rail again.
All three of them stood for a while in silence, listening to the sounds of frogs and wondering what to do next. Then, finally, unable to stand the silence any longer, Bunichi decided to speak out.
“Listen, Etsuko,” he said. “Masako is feeling bad about something. But she doesn’t know what it is or why. Please can you try to understand?”
“And I’m sorry for becoming hysterical like that too,” added Masako.
“Etsuko?” continued Bunichi. “Whatever it was that happened between you two, did it happen here on this bridge?”
“Did somebody fall perhaps?” asked Masako, timidly.
Etsuko whipped her head around and shot Masako a nasty glare.
“Did somebody fall, you ask?” she shouted, pointing at Masako. “You threw me off the bridge!”
A BRIDGE ACROSS MEMORIES
Masako couldn’t believe her ears. She shook her head again and again, wishing it would all go away and, without realizing, she took a step backward, then another, then another.
“No way! That can’t be true!” she said to herself. “There’s no way I would ever do such a thing.”
“Masako,” said Bunichi in a worried voice.
Then, suddenly, Masako let out a long and lingering scream — splitting the silence around them. In a flash, she remembered. She remembered everything, and the shock of it all sent her running.
“Hey, where are you going?” called out Bunichi behind her. “Watch out!”
Masako was running and stumbling, with her hands wiping the tears that ran from her eyes. But fortunately, by the time she had reached the end of the bridge, Bunichi caught up with her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he said. “That’s so dangerous. You weren’t looking where you were going! What if you’d run into one of those rails?”
“I didn’t mean to!” cried Masako as Bunichi put his arms around her. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
It had all happened eight years ago, when Masako was only seven years old. It was autumn, but it had been a humid day, with the distant mountain range turning grey under cloudy skies and rain threatening to fall at any moment. No one else was there, and there wasn’t a sound, except for the cries of the frogs by the water below. Masako was on her way home, having finished the shopping her mother had asked her to do at the other end of the bridge, and she was walking deliberately down the middle — as her mother had always told her to — away from the dangerous rails along the sides. That was when it happened.
“Do you remember?” asked Bunichi, kindly, and Masako gave a sheepish nod.
Etsuko, who had been running behind Bunichi, caught up.
“Masako! I’m sorry! I had no idea you were suffering so much! I mean, it happened eight years ago!”
“But I remember! Etsuko, I remember now!”
“But it was my fault!” said Etsuko, gripping Masako’s hand. “That day, I’d taken the Prajna mask hanging on my father’s wall without asking. I thought I could wear it and surprise someone. That’s why I was hiding behind the pole on that bridge. But it wasn’t like I was planning to play a prank on you. I was just waiting for the first person to cross the bridge. It could’ve been anyone. I didn’t even know it was you until I came out from behind the pole. Please believe me!”
Masako played the incident again in her mind: Etsuko jumping out in front of her with the Prajna mask on and her hair flailing wildly in the autumn breeze. She remembered how she’d screamed in sheer terror, and how she’d pushed Etsuko in the chest with all her strength. She recalled the sound of Etsuko’s back hitting the rail behind her and the crack of the wood giving way behind her. How Etsuko had seemed to hang in mid-air for just a moment before plunging with a scream into the waters below.