Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 310
“What is wrong with you?!” Saesryc hisses out in a pained breath. Maybe the thing thought he was
going to leave. He points at the thing, points at himself and the paper, then gestures to the side.
The boy tilts his head. Seems to consider this.
Saesryc sighs and hands him the paper. He knows where elderly Trinket lives anyway. And since the
creature can’t give him an answer, he might as well go himself. He turns and marches off.
He doesn’t get more than a few steps before he hears footsteps and turns to see the boy obediently
following. Saesryc cracks a wry grin as the boy stops when he stops. Alright then.
Neither of them knows of the troubles they will face or the dangers that lie ahead. But for now, Saesryc
continues walking, and the little tsunami-shadow follows.