Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 550

“Do you happen to know where my clothes are” I asked, as I noticed I was only covered by a blanked… “ oh…
and … um … do you have any spare clothes?”
The man looked at me with a weird expression, and after 1 minute he came out of the closet, with something that
looked like a dress to me.
“Here you go”
“Uh… do you have something like pants trousers, shorts, something not like a dress” I said. Then I remembered
I was in old Shanghai which didn’t have any shorts, so I tried to describe it“. Shorts are like pants that go up to
your knee, pants are clothes you wear on your legs , which also have a split in between them.”
Then he gave me another weird look “ what you talking about, that robe, not dress is all we got, deal with it”
I came out of the room with a robe on me
Awful, this is going to be the last time I’m wearing these things. It is so hard to get used to it .
I came to the huge pit the man was talking about, everyone was crowding around it, another person fell down the
hole. I looked up the pit was like fifty foot tall. There was no chance that I could get out of here. I’m going to be
stuck here forever.
The next few weeks of my “stay” in old Shanghai went out pretty good. I managed to get some money from the
man, and we became friends. I bought myself a small house to live in, and I have pretty much adapted.
One day, while I was sitting in front of the desk, I decided to write book, about what I have experienced in this
old city. So I picked up my pen and started writing:
That day, I didn’t know anything would happen would happen to me, but deep, deep down in the
ground as I was minding my own business, it struck ……