A review by jaredjoseph
Chinatown by Thuận

5.0

What I'd written might be the first, or it might be the last chapter. But it can't be a short story. It can't end where I'd ended it. I knew how hard it is, the act of ending something. As hard as wrapping up a period of one's life. A period of a life cannot be a short story. Ten years or twenty cannot be a short story. And neither can ten months or twenty. I know at some point in the future I will take it out and continue writing. Continue to reach an end. Continue to wrap it up. I don't write about Thuy. I don't write to Thuy.