Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 277
Abruptly, he heard the sound of life streamed down from the glamorous trees above. His eyes rolled
upwards toward the sound that might end his misery, the monkey’s blood shot eyes were met with creatures
just like him, with their broad shoulder and their black fur. Monkeys. So many thoughts raced across his
brain, friend or foe, survival or death? Then he saw what he had longed for, food. All sorts of juicy fruit,
ripe raspberries, fresh mangoes, and best of all, the colour of a king's ring that had just been polished, shining
in the sunlight - bananas. The golden bananas lured him towards his own kind who were enjoying the
lifesaving nutrition hanging from the trees.
Monkey cautiously approached the other monkeys, it must of been the excruciating pain that could be
cured with the help from the other monkeys that kept him from retreating to the shelter of the jungle
behind him. All eyes were on him as he staggered nearing the leader, the leader's eyes as strong as steel
pierced through his wounded body. The leader slowly reached his hairy hands to Monkey, within lay the
key to survival, glorious food. Monkey reached out his hand ready to take the banana, before his hand got
close enough to receive it, a shaggy arm wrapped around his neck.