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 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 […]

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, […]

Chapter I: At My Age

“You know, people at my age often forget how their life ends up in a nursing home,” I scream as I climb down said nursing home’s gate. My voice, muffled by the beating rain of the coming storm, gets lost in the wind and the uselessness of the nursing home’s guards. “Or worse,” I don’t […]

#15. the fourth song

#15. the fourth song

Becky and I sits by a little campfire that I (mainly) built with the (little) help from her. Are you getting fatter? I ask. She glances dagger at me and for a moment, I finally know how a look could kill. The White Misty Thingy curls his smoky arm around me. My eyes can’t distinguish […]

#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 […]

#what’s wrong?

#what’s wrong?

You smile at your suffering The sweetest reprieve Why did you leave us? Why did you leave? – It’s Torn, Leonard Cohen Honey, what’s wrong? Nothing, I say, I just wonder how we balance the things we carry on our shoulders. Are the baggages there from the beginning? Or are we allowed the chance 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 […]

#13. the third song

#13. the third song

I saw you standing there among the crowd. Underneath the freezing snow storm, and a bus stop that was far too warm, filled to the brim with human heat, you were standing next to me. Your eyes said you have been through too much and at the same time, they were burning with a desire […]

#Conversation

#Conversation

You look better than the last time I saw you, she says, your dark circle seems to be improving. And here I sit, in the chair that is too familiar with me. I sometimes wonder if the chair would hate having someone sitting on it constantly. I wonder if it hates me. The cushion is […]