The boy had strangely bright eyes. We did not know whose family he belonged to. We found him on a survey mission and he kept following us. Hoang asked his name, but he only smiled, shaking his head.
For another Autumn
My father got dead drunk and was reeling home, speaking rubbish for the whole night. My house was so small that it could fit only two beds. Mother knew what Father would do to her when he was drunk. He was going to beat her black and blue.
The 40-year-old Lady's Dream
At the age of forty, I still liked to be seen as an ageless lady. "Mad! Liar!" I imagined people would say if they knew. You could possibly call me mad - but a liar? Not really! I was a psychologist, so why would I need anyone else to diagnose me?
A farewell in the mirror on an uninhabited island
She and I would say farewell. That was why we were having dinner together. She sent me a text message: "Let's eat together tonight. I have something to tell you. Something important."
The scorching June sun made the surface of the asphalt road seem to melt in a dim wisp of vapour which was flickering up slightly. Even our wooden plank bed was too hot for me to lie down on. On such a day I usually hung my grandfather's hammock on two strong branches of the sapodilla tree at the end of the veranda to enjoy the cool fresh air from the river nearby.
At age eight, I was given a good hiding by Father because I had left the buffalo hungry and tried to get near a classroom. When I was 10, I was given another good hiding because I had helped a boy next door solve a problem. For women and girls in my family, being literate was a sin.
When old Coc Loong, a cancer patient, was sent home by the provincial hospital authorities, his clan was greatly worried. He was not only a descendant of the famous Luu lineage, but also a respected resident of Na Luong Village due to his special ability.
Having dropped the net, old Ngu swam one more round before he reached the shore and rested his head on a tuft. A cluster of hyacinth flowers was floating lazily towards him, like the vague memories that were drifting into his mind.
The deserted house
Come what may, the confrontation between the old mother and her daughter-in-law remained unresolved. Every week, she had to sweep her mother's room and endure the nauseating stench of her chewed betel quids and uncared-for toilet.
Dien had a close shave the other day at a railway barrier that ran through the city near her office. The barrier guard was in great fear when he saw the girl appear out of nowhere and stand motionlessly in the middle of the rail.
One early morning in late autumn, Hau caught the express train from the South to Ha Noi, then went upstream to the mountainous district capital of Yen to pay homage to her ex-husband Hien, who had just died of a brain haemorrhage.

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