ZIPPO
The story of a woman working in connection with a certain media company.
Unusually for a woman, her hobby was collecting things with a military influence. And as well, she preferred to have the genuine articles, such as camouflaged clothes and goggles that had been used in practice, and she bought things like helmets and boots from specialist shops.
On one day off she went to a shop as usual, and instantly bought a Zippo she liked, that was displayed on the front counter and showed traces of having been used. Even so, after that night she started to have a high fever with no known cause, and it wouldn't stop. The next morning she immediately went to the hospital to see a doctor, but even the doctor was wracking his brain and wondered 'Could it be something like food poisoning?'
She took a few days off from work too, and at last when she didn't feel up to daily life, she called a friend to come to stay at her house. As you would expect, in this kind of condition her room was in disorder and she hated it to be seen like that, so she got up triumphantly and started tidying it. In the middle of that, there was a noise like a crack and she looked at what had fallen to the floor.
It was the Zippo she bought a few days ago. Come to think of it... it was after that evening that her condition deteriorated, wasn't it...? Without any kind of feeling, she opened the lid and took out the contents. Somehow the cotton which was stuffed inside to let the oil soak through had been dyed deep red. Becoming uneasy, she requested that her friend who came over return the Zippo to the shop she bought it from. After that, it was a miraculous thing, her fever instantly dropped and she recovered from her suffering, and was even well enough to go to work again.
She didn't know how the bloodstained Zippo could be related to the deterioration of her health, but ever since then she wouldn't get close to military things. ...Or so we thought, but that hobby didn't change, and even now she searches here and there for unusual articles. Only, before buying the goods, she seems to check them over, every nook and cranny.
Unusually for a woman, her hobby was collecting things with a military influence. And as well, she preferred to have the genuine articles, such as camouflaged clothes and goggles that had been used in practice, and she bought things like helmets and boots from specialist shops.
On one day off she went to a shop as usual, and instantly bought a Zippo she liked, that was displayed on the front counter and showed traces of having been used. Even so, after that night she started to have a high fever with no known cause, and it wouldn't stop. The next morning she immediately went to the hospital to see a doctor, but even the doctor was wracking his brain and wondered 'Could it be something like food poisoning?'
She took a few days off from work too, and at last when she didn't feel up to daily life, she called a friend to come to stay at her house. As you would expect, in this kind of condition her room was in disorder and she hated it to be seen like that, so she got up triumphantly and started tidying it. In the middle of that, there was a noise like a crack and she looked at what had fallen to the floor.
It was the Zippo she bought a few days ago. Come to think of it... it was after that evening that her condition deteriorated, wasn't it...? Without any kind of feeling, she opened the lid and took out the contents. Somehow the cotton which was stuffed inside to let the oil soak through had been dyed deep red. Becoming uneasy, she requested that her friend who came over return the Zippo to the shop she bought it from. After that, it was a miraculous thing, her fever instantly dropped and she recovered from her suffering, and was even well enough to go to work again.
She didn't know how the bloodstained Zippo could be related to the deterioration of her health, but ever since then she wouldn't get close to military things. ...Or so we thought, but that hobby didn't change, and even now she searches here and there for unusual articles. Only, before buying the goods, she seems to check them over, every nook and cranny.
<Coach's Confusion>
I have a lot of questions, Isshi. First of all the cotton that was dyed deep red. If time passed and it's still red, it's an "ink-like fluid." Blood is only red at the time of bleeding. Also if it was a large quantity of blood left in the cotton, it'd probably stick to the bottom and insides, and very likely that it would rust together and not come out. Furthermore, if it's a shop intended for genuine articles, I think they wouldn't sell a "defective" item like this, because it's unlikely that it wouldn't go unchecked that it couldn't be used for igniting a fire. Let's say it was on the front counter, and the shop owner is a maniac personality like her, wouldn't they take out the item and check it? You should be careful in how you say that dyed red = dyed in blood. The thing itself can be different than it appears right? Because I wrote this especially, I want you to keep it in mind. And finally, one more thing. It's just a little revision, but I'd like you to write the part about the doctor a little more reliably. It's easy to read the first sentence without being able to respect a doctor who "doesn't know."