Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 326

“Sorry I guess, English isn't really my first language. I wonder why you aren't Chinese.”
Chinese? Why would I be Chinese? He pondered, but decided to not voice his query to lose more of his
precious time. “Now, you were talking about my aid?”
The monkey put his hand at his chin, fingers rubbing at it, before grabbing onto his staff, swinging it around
and letting it penetrate the mirrored world, poking at the teen’s chest. “Do you want to do something
productive with your life?”
He would never admit to anyone that he almost screeched in a falsetto voice and was greatly taken aback.
Never. Poking at the staff, he recoiled. It felt immensely hot, and he did not like the ominous feeling that
was radiating from it and blossoming in his heart for some reason.
Out of the blue, everything around him shifted, and he found himself in a desert. Then he blinked. And
yelled.
“What is this sorcery, monkey!?” He fumed, stomping about in circles. Suddenly, a giant tiger fell just an
inch or two in front of him, causing him to really yelp in a falsetto voice.
“You’re going to journey to the west! Go you!”
“I live in th