Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 426

The cat appeared again beside Charlotte. “My name is Chloe,” she said.
“Wait! You can actually talk?”
“Well, obviously.”
“Why am I here?” Charlotte asked.
“Because you needed to go somewhere outside of your tiny village and you needed to realize that
it is wrong to run away.”
After one last look at the winter landscape, Charlotte realized that she was ready to go home. She
and Chloe turned around and went back through the mirror together.