Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 254

“Hello? Please help! I’m lost. Don’t leave me, please!” I desperately shouted into the darkness.
Nothing. There was nothing. No response. No light. No anything. I was alone. I was scared. I would shout,
but nothing happened. I was left there to die and meet my own demise. This is it.
As I stood in the middle of the emptiness, I saw a white flash in the distance. The light at the end
of the tunnel. Is this how people die? I asked myself. I saw a small figure approach my exhausted stature. It
soon looked like several small figures coming towards me.
“Hello?” I bellowed.
“Hello,” a powerful voice responded back. I looked up to see the same Buddhist monk sat on top
of a horse, looking as divine as a God himself. Behind him was an oversized monkey and a standing pig.
Is this a dream? I think to myself.
“No, it is not. Travelling with only 2 members will not suffice for our trip. Care to join us?” the
Buddhist monk suggested.
“No. no. no. no. I’ve got to get home,” I replied sullenly.
“What do you have to attend to? Work? I’ve seen you walk sulkily every tram fare. You’ve
reached the point of no return in your life,” he states wisely.
I think deeply about my decision and decided on what’s right.
*
I boarded the tram and continued admiring the view of Xiwang forest. The leaves have fallen and
thin branches have covered the ground and painted a collage of organic life. I descended from the old tram’s
second floor and approached the rusty seat by the side.
“Ready?” he said with a smile.
“Ready.” I said with determination.