Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 60

The Old Tales of Shanghai Series
Alliance Primary School Kowloon Tong, Yiu, Jayden – 10
I
t was the darkest time of Shanghai. The streets were never clean, followed by a strong and stinky drug smoke
smell. People lay on the streets, and the rich smoked all day in bed. The society was poor, everyone just
smoked, and some others were waiting for a change.
Ming rushed out to the harbor, for he was late for work. He grabbed his suit, struggling to put it on,
and rushed out onto the streets with a hardly wearable hat. He met up with his friend, Chan, who is one of the
many ordinary Chinese people working at the harbor. On the way, there were British soldiers everywhere,
spitting on the sidewalks and kicked market stalls down. It was a terrible mess. But they, ignoring that, kept on
rushing to the harbor to do their dirty work by helping British to transport drugs. Ming thought, “Life’s not easy.
I have to do the wrong things for the right reasons.”
Actually Ming had a fa