Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4-7 2019 | Page 86

lady with a red bean bookmark in her hair. There was also a tale about the bookmark, that there once was a pair and
that the lovers who had one each would be together forever.
“Is that true? The story of the bookmark.” Asked a group of children, eyes opened wide to see the bookmark on Junes
white hair.
“Who knows.” June said, she looked the sky, it was blue and unfathomable yet calm, the same in her eyes.
After her death her bone ash was poured into the sea, so was the bookmark.
The bookmarks had separated so did their heart.
The waves brushed through the centuries, repeating its endless course, the branches of red bean fell and grew covering
the scars time left. Where we go back to the present where the bookmark was brought back to land.
It was a girl who picked up the red bean stone bookmark, her eyes like a pair of black pearls was fixed on the bookmark
with curiosity, her hair smooth as silk, her little nose and smooth outline make her seem as if she always gave a soft
warm smile. Her thin brows raised in surprise, as her clean delicate hands clinched gently to the bookmark, she looked
around but didn’t see the owner, so she shrugged and rubbed of the sand. Raising the bookmark under the sun she
smiled as it shined then slipped it in her book and clipped it under her arms.
Following the girl’s steps, the cafés doorbell tingled, a glimmer of gold fell out of her book when she walked past a
table with a young man reading his book, the same bookmark slipped in his book, but this time the sound of the
bookmark was clear on the stone floor. The girl looked back in a hurry, just in time to see the young man handing her
the bookmark
“Hello? I believe this is yours.” He said, this time without questioning.