Chapter 20: What Else Do You Want?

Sit down. State your name. Tell me your story. My name is Duc-Anh. Nguyen Duc-Anh. People always call me Nam Xi. Why the name “Nam Xi”? Because I often drink alcohol and I was the fifth child in the family. What else do you want to know? I shift my legs. My fingers start dancing […]

Chapter 19: Only You Know

Chapter 19: Only You Know

Sit down. State your name. Tell your story. This will be a little bit personal, Sir. Yeah, but will it be relevant to the case? That I don’t know, Sir. Then tell it anyway. Are you saying that you have the authority to judge which ones of the evidences are relevant to the case and […]

Chapter 18: The Diary of Hai the Reaper

Chapter 18: The Diary of Hai the Reaper

The following events are collected from Pham Van Hai’s diary, which is considered an important piece of evidence for the case. Judging from the content of the diary, the investigators in charge of the case firmly believe that he was the partner in crime of Nguyen Van Nha and acted as the main culprit in […]

And Even If Love Was Lost: An Introduction

This is a story about a criminal running away. Nha killed a governor in a faraway seaside village. Hai was a male prostitute in Saigon, the city of beautiful lights and dark, dirty lust. Nha ran away from the crime scene amidst the dreary tune of his mother’s cai luong cassettes. Hai picked him up […]

Chapter 17: Let’s Play Make-Believe

So, Mr. Nha, do you still stand by your statement that there is no relationship, whatsoever, between you and Mr. Hai? I look at the officer’s eyes. Today, the one interrogates me is the old detective. You always know it is trouble when it comes to old detectives. Too many pains, or too many experiences, […]

#16. Have You Been Eating Well Lately?

#16. Have You Been Eating Well Lately?

Thursday morning, a nice day. Because it was  a nice day, I decided to walk instead of riding the rusty bike (the bike was slowly becoming more suited to be in a recycle spot than in my house, but it was an alright bike). I walked to the lottery center (a nice ass word to […]

#15. Because We Are So Much Better (Than Whatever This Is)

#15. Because We Are So Much Better (Than Whatever This Is)

Was it the truth? I don’t know anymore. When someone whispered a lie into your ears constantly, day and night, you would grow to believe in it. Does believing in the lie automatically turn it into some truths? I don’t know anymore. To me, at best, Nha’s lie sort of looked like a distorted truth […]

#14. Isn’t It Funny How People Always Die When The Weather Is Nice?

#14. Isn’t It Funny How People Always Die When The Weather Is Nice?

The date was the twenty-eighth of April, and the time was eleven o’clock in the morning. It was quite a fine day, or like how I like to put it, a sultry, hellish day. Not a single wind was blowing west, and all I can see in front of me is the baked earth, which, […]

#12. The Thousandth Day

#12. The Thousandth Day

I thought it would be better after the thousandth day, but it seemed the pain will never fade away. And no matter how much I tried to keep on living, I can’t find a remedy for the hollow left behind by those cold corpses in a winter twilight. The pain kept on burning. And I […]

#11. Aren’t You The Happiest Man, Mr. Unfortunate?

#11. Aren’t You The Happiest Man, Mr. Unfortunate?

One. “Now this here is what I call a blue sky. Today is an unexceptionally nice day, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you say today is the day? See, the wind is supporting us. With this wind, we will go far, and I don’t even know where it will take us, Mr. Unfortunate. But today you are […]