Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 29

“Welcome to our wonderful service, Flower Tiger! Where our train looks magnificent as a white-
tiger, but be careful, it does bite if you don't take good care of it. Anyways, our destination for today is
Hiroaki Mountain. Buckle up cause this is going to be a bumpy ride.”
What the … First and foremost, what kind of insane person would think this … this pain of a
eyesore is so-called “magnificent”? Even a 5 year old would cry in disgust to find this so-called
“magnificent” being better than a 2 dollar chew toy.
Secondly, did he say Hiroaki Mountain?
No, I must have misheard it. It could always just be another mountain with almost identical names. All the
times where I need to bury myself in those dark alley-ways could have messed up my hearing.
What am I doing?
Trying to block myself from the truth?
There goes me being a idiot again.
Hiroaki Mountain, the place where he used to dream of visiting as a little kid. It has glorious scenery, where
each petal has it own unique arrangement as the light snow tumbling down the misty sky, like creating some
sort of dance as it captures your senses in some sort of spell. It is a paradise, a dream coming from a fantasy
book.
A sudden jump have interrupted my train of thoughts. I really need to be more aware if I want to survive in
this miserable place.
It is unusual, but I shouldn’t even be remotely surprised by this enormity of a train.
I have realized my mistake too late.
The vehicle have exploded into flames, as little pieces disintegrate into nothingness. The smell of burnt
charcoal permeates the atmosphere, the endless amount of smoke indulge me into eternal darkness, as
everything is going in slow motion.
My perception starting to darken, the world twirls around like a floating ballerina as I progressively fell onto
the compressed clay, which gradually turn into an erubescent pile of smulge. Guess this will be the last page
of my book.
Somewhere in the distant, I heard a child voice. A bloodcurdling scream, crying out for help, as if it’s the
only thing they can do.