"Will you have another, son?”
“No. I’m fed up.”
“Just one more, for my love. Be good, son.”
“I said no. Throw it away. Throw it away.”
The boy shook his head jerkily, pushing it off.
The cream cake was sent out of the car window, it fell down on the street and landed on the bank of a sewer. The shiny car started to move off.
Two kids were searching a trash heap nearby.
They rushed to the scene and picked the cake up, their eyes flashed out sticking to the tasty cake.
Seeing the cake was dirty, the girl swallowed their saliva down saying to his brother, “You blow it clean, then we eat it.”
He blew hard. Dust once stuck wouldn’t go.
Unable to wait, the girl proved helpful by blowing together with her brother. It was her greedy mouth that made the cake fall down into the smelly sewer and drowned.
“It was you, brother. You blew so hard”, said the girl.
The boy agreed, “It was I. But there is cream stuck on my fingers. You have three fingers to suck from. I have two. Ok?”
- Lý Thanh Thảo