HUMAN
The sunlight shimmered through each leaf, forming long streaks of crashing to the ground, highlighting the bright scrawling figures. Le stepped hard to the window with the iron bars, Quang Bao eyes to the back garden. He was watching the movement of a few leaves have dried up, only to leave the branch. Last summer, Saigon still hot, to the rare wind occasionally also carry the suffocating breathless. With a sigh of relief, he murmured: "Early summer, is not everything good?" He put his thin arm through the window but accidentally made some dust particles fall into his hands. Immediately hinted and then brushed off, just scratch them to fall out. As motivation motivates, action is faster and faster. Only until the back of the hand was flushed, on the scratches were rusty crimson of blood, Bao stopped. Looking back at the scratch torn in hand, Bao trembling two hands together close to each other saw three scratches long ago, now scar. He asked him...