Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 254

Soon enough, the sun started to set. The orange gold stretched far and wide, the colour of fire hearth and
tangerines. It is but the reflection of the dawn, the promise of sunrise that comes after the velvety night has
had its say and the land has rested once more. People started “appearing” all around the street, and now I
understand — they were all “apparating” back home from work. The little handy device I’d seen
everywhere was their form of transport and the “command centre” of all activities they had to do.
I knew I had to go back to my own time now. I had seen the high technology, but I had also seen the
indifferent attitude and reluctance to communicate with each other. I am happy that their lives have become
so much more easier with all that high-tech stuff; but I am sad as well, because communication and
sympathy was long gone in their lives.