Awarded The Notes Prize by The Writers’Association of VietNam
Story: Kim Quyên
Translation: Tôn Thất Lan
When we arrived at the My Tay river, my grandma told me to stop the boat by a coconut tree for a rest.
The river was unusually deserted. The tingling quiet of the deadly war time, so somber, so mysterious. All of a sudden was heard the twittering from a topless mango tree. The magpie robin’s innocent and accelerated sounds made the scene less deserted. The mango tree showed off its branches of mangoes as if reserving all that was valuable of its own as a reward...
