The Coral Reef

Tran Vu

‘So, our last night of socialism,’ Dzung said as he squatted down beside me. I pulled two cigarettes out of my pocket and handed one to him, but didn’t reply. Instead, I nudged my little brother, Bien, and sent him off to find somewhere to sleep in the house behind us. We had been told to asse…


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