Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 344

‘Um, mister?’ Anton never turned around so quickly. ‘Yes?’ he asked, eager for anything the man could
offer. ‘Your shirt is ripped from behind.’ Anton wanted to cry. ‘Yes, I know. Thank you for telling me.’
The man almost looked sympathetic, before walking away. And with that he re-joined the group.
‘Elijah?’ They all turned around, this time. A man in a turban stood behind them, smiling. ‘Ah, I’ve
finally found you.’
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They managed to get to the firm and eventually got the scrolls. The man was called Raj and was who
they were supposed to contact to get the scrolls. He was on his way to get some supplies from a store nearby
when he found them. Things went the way they were supposed to be, to Anton’s great relief. The past two
days went without further complications and he was on a plane back home in no time. What a journey to
the west.