Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 300

“It’s safe to stand here.” Dillan pointed as Altsoba rushed to the spot with the long tent pole. By then,
Peros’ head was barely peeking out of the sand.
“Peros, reach out your hand!”
No movement.
“Peros, reach out your hand!”
A hand suddenly shot out and grabbed the end of the long pole. Altsoba and Dillan pulled and tugged
until Peros was thrown out of the quicksand. The four questers lay on the sand, exhausted. The illusion,
they all thought.
“Can I please keep the pole?”
After the incident, every member seemed to be more alert and they soon found a way out of the desert.
However, they could not afford to r