Categories
SHORT STORIES/TRUYỆN NGẮN

Day end

The Sun bled into the sea, it’s pieces dissolving larva all shades of reds. Mixed in the salt of oceans, chilled black by the cold of the deep. The sea gulls wings clipped beyond the horizon, not even my shadow stayed.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

There's magic in translating a body of work from one language to another.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s