A Grave Reckoning | Fiction

On Tomb Sweeping Day, enjoy a tale of family relationships and remembrance—with a twist

Liu Yang woke from his dream with a start. His phone was vibrating ceaselessly beside him. It was a call from his mother. “Your father’s back.” Her voice had extraordinary calm. “He’s waiting for you in room 1022 of the Tea Horse Hotel.” She hung up as soon as she finished speaking.

Thinking that it had been 13 years since his father had left without a goodbye, never coming back once, Liu Yang’s temper flared. Okay, let’s go meet him, see what this cold-blooded man has to say.

He threw on a coat and walked out into the pitch-dark night towards that hotel. There was nobody on these midnight streets, the only the wind rustling the slumbering maple leaves as it swept the ground.

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A Grave Reckoning | Fiction is a story from our issue, “The Noughty Nineties.” To read the entire issue, become a subscriber and receive the full magazine. Alternatively, you can purchase the digital version from the App Store.


R. R. is a contributing writer at The World of Chinese.

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Moy Hau is a contributing writer at The World of Chinese.

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