Hush, baby, hush

Beethoven – Moonlight Sonata – First Movement The date is 28th of April. The weather is nothing but hot and humid. We step on the first stones to cross to the other side of the mountain. The bus left us by the grassy roadside, where the old and rotten wooden board with the wasted words, […]

One Sentence Story #1

You said you liked my hair, so I shaved it.

#slow dance

#slow dance

Let’s keep it on the level When I walked away from you I turned my back on the devil Turned my back on the angel too Leonard Cohen, On The Level Inspired by a true crime story in Binh Duong, Vietnam. Please sit down, the investigator says while pulling out the white-grey chair. An overwhelming […]

Letter to M. #1

Letter to M. #1

Dearest M. I was out in the evening with my mother and I thought of you. The thought of you being here with me has never been gone. And with time as its strongest armor, that thought has put me through the sweetest torture I can ever imagine. So, what’s up? Still good? Still pouring […]

#Stories on the Street, part II

#Stories on the Street, part II

This is also a story from the same bun rieu store. I don’t know what word I can use to describe the sweltering hot bun rieu store (or stand) where the space it has can be called a restaurant, if only the owner decide to decorate it. But there you have it: a little (useless) […]

#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 […]

#Stories on the Street, part I

#Stories on the Street, part I

I sit on the wobbly chair, which is accompanied by an even more wobbly table, in the sweltering heat of a city that knows too many manufacturer and too few green space. I sit there, eating the much beloved dish that the cold winter in Canada had robbed off me – bun rieu. There’s a […]

#what are you thinking?

#what are you thinking?

So, how are you feeling today? The counselor in the white blouse asks. I find it hard to concentrate on an appropriate answer as his cheap, toned-down blue T-shirt creates an immense border. The border between trusting him and trusting me. The border between being saved and wallowing in the same sort of routines until […]

#will you just decide

#will you just decide

Gloria, will you just decide Gloria, there’s easier ways to die. – The Lumineers, Gloria He throws the glass at me. It is the tenth time this week. I think it’s still nice compares to the last time when he throws everything at me twenty times in a week. Get out. I don’t want to […]

#1. Strong

#1. Strong

Hey, have you ever thought about dying? There he goes spouting all of the nonsense shit that, through a miraculous gate, always gets from his brain to his mouth in the most inconvenient moment to me. I lie on top of him, look down on his face, and the lips that know far too well […]