Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 2020complete | Page 360

Li-Wei looked over to his son, peering over the side of the boat. Nudging him with his shoulder he
passes over the fishing rod. Li-Jie knows he is ready. Like his father, he casts the rod into the ocean. It isn’t long
before he feels tugging. Using all his strength he manages to heave into the boat a silver fish.
Silver
“This fish,” Li-Jie begins before his father can say anything, “represents the buildings and machines we
have seen on this journey of the Greater Bay Area. This fish represents our future.”
Lost for words Li-Wei embraced his son beaming with pride. They huddled together on their humble
sampan, watching as the glowing sun descended, drawing the last of the light in. It was then they felt the boat
rock. Looking over they were joined by fish of all the colours they had seen on their journey. The iridescent
bellies flashing in and out of sight, swirling and shimmering together in a pool of wonders. They didn’t know
what the future would hold for them or the village, but they knew to cherish what was in front of them.