Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 49

Maybe I can leave behind this street life , she thought. Maybe there’s hope for me, too.
She scuffed the ground with her shoes. His hand was warm and secure. “What if they come after me?”
He took a long look at her. “I promise you I won’t let them take you away,” he said finally, and despite her best efforts
to ignore it, her heart warmed.
More silence. She scuffed the ground again. “Well?” she demanded, embarrassed. “Are we getting on your stupid ship
or what?”
Xiwang gave her a goofy grin. “Heck, yeah!”
And when he led her by the hand, she let him. They ran towards the pier, towards the ship, towards the open sea of
adventure...