Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 414

“Why,” he said, “are you looking for someone?”
“Yes,” I replied with a tone of fake despair in my voice “have you seen my wife?” I then described
everything about what she looked like.
“Ah,” sighed the master “Sun Wukong took the life of her.”
I pretended to sob hysterically and the master patted my arm sympathetically with constant glares towards
the Monkey King.
CRASH!
Yes, the Monkey King had once more brought his weapon down on me it hit me and I fell to the ground.
Dead. In my true form. The world blurred above me. I was falling, falling and falling into the Underworld.