Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 176

Everything shifted, spinning, driving him dizzy. There was too much to take in.
Heaving, he averted his eyes from the stained ground to his Mama opposite him.
Lip quivering, she spoke, eyes wide he listened.
“T-try, for m-” she began only to be cut off with the masked man’s gun.
The boy’s own shout was silenced.
His world white in flashes. Right before he woke up.