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Avon by Vilaska Nguyen

Mai stopped on the front porch and clutched the bag of Avon samples in her sweaty palm. The temperature was below zero. Warm particles of carbon dioxide clashed violently with the Minneapolis winter. Hello, I am Jinny. That wasn’t right. … Continue reading

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Zodiac by Vilaska Nguyen

Paul Nguyen, Anchorage, Alaska, circa 1979.      The buoys are gone. As the sun sets, the tide becomes violent making it hard to stand.      Lynden sits on a plank elevated in the middle of the Zodiac, a small rubber … Continue reading

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Concentration by Vilaska Nguyen

     We park at a rest area near Modesto and stretch our bodies across a stiff mattress situated beneath the pickup truck’s canopy.  My father removes his shoes.  I do the same.  His sigh echoes the exhaust of a semi-truck … Continue reading

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Crimson Mourning

     Tien was used to conflict but nothing like the relationship she had with her ten-year old grandson.  It’s 1992 and the 73-year old grandmother stands in line at the Carl’s Jr. across from her apartment building.  The Orange County … Continue reading

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Snow Embers by Vilaska Nguyen

Nam waits in the grocery store parking lot as his father shops for dinner.  The boy crawls over the console and situates himself behind the steering wheel.  He stretches his torso, strains his neck but still is unable to catch … Continue reading

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Resolute

Photo by Vilaska Nguyen.     The woman sits alone in the empty train station. There’s no phone reception but she checks for missed calls anyway. Childhood memories of her son always haunt her when it snows around Christmas. She remembers … Continue reading

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Middle Ground by Vilaska Nguyen

         Photo by Ian Romo.       The elevator abruptly jerks to a stop.  The overheard lights go dim.  Isabella doesn’t react.  She just leans against the opposite wall with a bottomless canyon separating us.  I hit the lobby button.  … Continue reading

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