March, 2012:

Bản tiếng Anh của truyện “Khách cuối“, mình dịch cách đây đã lâu, nay đưa lên để phục vụ công việc.

Hoa removed the last towels on the clothesline. The towels were still slightly damp but it was a bit dark, the street outside nearly quieted down, it was time for her to close shop. The other hairdresser shops in the street had closed for Tet holiday at this noon or last night. After using a hair dryer to dry the towels and folding them completely, Hoa let out a long breath. The shop was entirely tidy, now she could have her last bath before New Year’s Eve. Ah, there was still some waste hair that she left this morning near the door. Her broom could sweep it away in a trice.

“Hey!”

Hoa was startled, turned her head. In front the shop, a beastly man with long wild hair and bushy beard was looking at her as if he wanted to wring her neck. His muddy shoes had just been decorated with a handful of waste hair, looked like a couple of poor dead rats. He scowled at her:

“What the hell did you sweep?” (more…)