Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 335

After going back to Dongguan, the workers had already received the parts and had finished assembling the
rocket. It was colossal. Timothy he was dreaming, but he wasn’t. He boarded the spacecraft. The workers
did the rest of the settings for him. After a few minutes, the rocket was counting down. The rocket slowly
rose into the sky, and Timothy saw through the window that the workers were waving him goodbye.
After a while, he found that he couldn’t stop. The ceiling was closing in.
“Uh-oh. Not the ceiling. No. No!” He was about to crash. Everything went pitch black.
He finally woke up and found that he was lying on his desk. He was starting to wonder whether the whole
thing was a dream when he discovered a slightly dented and tiny rocket. He smiled, picked it up, and put it
in his award cabinet.
“Maybe the Greater Bay Area isn’t that bad after all!” said Timothy to himself. “At least you get free, cool
and operative rockets!”