Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 293

Thanks to the cold being a great motivator, Sasha and Jay reached the house in little time. There was a
breeze of smoke and food coming from the house. They went up to the door.
“Do you want to knock?”
Sasha backed away. “Nope, you can go ahead.”
Knock, knock. No answer. KNOCK! KNOCK!
“That’s strange, there’s smoke coming from the house yet no answers. Lets go to the back and check
whether someone is there.”
The two go to the back of the house and find an elderly couple being harassed by several young men.
One of them were carrying a hammer, another had a wrench. The third one carried an axe that looked
stolen from the fire department. The one with the hammer pointed it to the old lady.
“We know you have some food you old cow! Hand it over or we’ll have to use force!”
“No! I refuse to give anything to you punks!” The old lady spat out. “Go get your own food!”
The teen with the hammer, who Jay presumed to be the leader, stepped closer to the old woman with a
mean sneer.
“Look here you senile cow, your attitude is only going to get you nowhere. Give us the food and you
won’t meet the same fate as the old man over there did.”
The leader pointed to the right; an old man laid unconscious in the dirt with small ribbons of blood
running down his temple. The old woman stayed silent for a moment.
Jay and Sasha were tucked behind a tree as they saw the fight escalate.
“This isn’t good…” Sasha whispered so the boys across them wouldn’t hear her.
“You can understand them?” Jay raised an eyebrow.