Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 190

He led me to a temple. Looking up, I saw ‘Cheng Huang Miao’ in Chinese written on the signage. ‘This is the
City of God Temple.’ I couldn’t’ believe it. The temple was built in the traditional Chinese style. When we
stepped in, I saw quite a number of statues of gods and spirits who brought good luck to people. I breathed in a
lungful of choking incense and realized as this was a place to pray, the floors and walls were much cleaner than the
narrow and dirty streets outside.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
I heard loud noises coming from outside. ‘Where does the noise come from?’ I asked Ching.
Ching frowned at me. ‘Did you forget that today is the birth of City God too? Today is the ceremony! Those are
the performers coming, do you see?’ I looked up on the stage. There were a lot of people wearing special
costumes dancing. ‘These are theatrical performances.’ Ching said, pointing to the performers.
We stayed to watch the ceremony for a while. Then I remembered my parents, who must have finished checking
in and wondering where I'd gone to.
‘I must go now.’ I said.
‘What's that on your wrist? It looks so weird, but quite nice.’ Ching was pointing to my wrist.
I took my bracelet off and gave it to him with a smile. ‘It's pretty. Keep it well. I gotta g