The awaiting wharf

The awaiting wharf

Tu deliberately put a flowerpot close to the veranda wall then slowly walked to the front courtyard. In the dim light of late afternoon, he looked a bit smaller.  (Oct 29, 2016)


Acrazy man called Bum

  Sep 11, 2016
Nobody knew his real name, his age or even the reason why he went half crazy. Nobody took heed of that crazy guy. But his appearance made people around take interest in him.  

Mum’s ultimate suffering

  Aug 28, 2016
I did not know why my mother, among my maternal Grannie’s daughters-in-law, was the most hated. To an 8-year-old boy like me, family conflicts were beyond my awareness. The old woman was always nagging at my poor mother, my father only objected to her slightly, “Enough already, Mum!”  

The debt of deep affection

  Aug 14, 2016
Life seemed a very thick book whose pages could be turned over and over for hours. So did the affection between humans. It was similar to a debt that none of us might climb out of.  

A pair of tufted bulbuls

  Aug 06, 2016
Walking out of the forest, Pu put his newly-gathered bundle of firewood on the ground and sat down on a big rock. 

Tolerance means everything

  Jul 31, 2016
“Trang, come with me to a pretty distant place! I’ve got something to do there!” Tu said suddenly after phoning Trang. 

Long live fellow combatants

  Jul 24, 2016
The house gate was covered with entangled climbing plants. Thickets of red morning glory flowers climbed up the trellis fence. Sitting in a wheelchair, he smiled at her limping towards him. 

Up to the mountain, down to the sea

  Jul 16, 2016
I frequently recalled the special stories, told by the old woman in a peculiar voice, about her imaginary journeys up to the mountain and down to the sea, which I guessed she had often seen in her dreams. 

The debt collector

  Jul 09, 2016
Ruffians with their tattooed bodies are hired to claim debts for the creditor. They look terrible at first sight, yet when they face the police, they could testify right away the person who hired them to do it. 

Home is best

  Jun 25, 2016
This story happened nearly 20 years ago. It was the end of spring and the drizzling had started tapering off. 

Do come back, Giang!

  Jun 18, 2016
Giang got off the bus right at the bus stop at Dinh Tien Hoang Road and walked leisurely to the centre of the provincial capital. 

The waves

  Jun 12, 2016
No sooner had I arrived in Hanoi than my father phoned me: 

A fragile heart

  Jun 04, 2016
1. The alarm clock of little Mun was the fluffy foot of a pup called Ech. The dog used its fluffy feet to poke Mun’s hand until she moved on the bed, half opening her eyes and then…. falling back to sleep. 

Swimming towards the dreamland

  May 22, 2016
At the age of 35, Khanh Huong became a divorcée, although over the past 10 years, she had hoped in vain to bear her husband, a single male in his lineage, a baby boy. 

Such is life

  May 14, 2016
The old man left his fifth place, behind the other four, in the queue to reach its head.