Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 337

Cathay hotel and the date is 1929.” He had just confirmed her worst and probably most unbelievable suspicions:
the flute was magic. “If I told you that I have a magic flute and accidentally transported myself back in time would
you believe me?” Chun asked. “Well, you don’t look like you would lie to me”, the boy replied “and you’re
wearing very strange clothes, so I guess I have no choice! I’m Fang. How can I help?”
Chun told him the story of the flute and about how when the flute and the music book are reunited they can
perform magic. Fang looked at her in surprise. “My grandfather owns an antique book store not far from here.
I’ve seen something there that may be the book you’re looking for!” Chun perked up. “Let’s go then! Maybe we
can make it there before nightfall!” So they set off. On the way Fang was strangely quiet. “Is something wrong
Fang?” asked Chun. “No.” he replied. They walked along the Bund until Fang stopped in front of a small, dimly
lit shop.
With Fang’s grandfather’s help, they both searched thoroughly for a music book that might match the flute. After
a few minutes Chun heard a shout of “Found it!” from Fang. She raced over to him and together they carefully
opened the beautifully decorated book. They found it was indeed a music book but it also had some strange words
written around the sides of the pages. They both searched through it and soon found a piece of music titled
“Going Home”. “I guess this is it then” said Fang sadly. “Our friendship was short-lived but I will always
remember you,” said Chun. And with that she started playing and the world melted around her.
In a moment Chun was back in her bedroom and her grandfather was calling her. She left her flute and new book
on her bed and raced downstairs.