“There was a creaking at the top of the stairs. “Yes ?” A boy in an undershirt looked down.
In surprise, Honda noted the blue flower hanging over his forehead. As he looked down, the flower fell and rolled to Honda’s feet. The boy was startled. He had forgotten the flower. It was brownish and worm-eaten and badly wilted.”
Keiko, still in her sombrero, surveyed the scene over Honda’s shoulder.”
From Decay of the Angel by Yukio Mishima (1971)