Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 240

Soon, running out of breath, I finally reached the gate to my apartment. As I opened the door to my living
room, a warm coloured bright light blinded me as if I had just came out from a long coal-mining month under
the earth – followed by a ear-piercing scream. My mum in front of me with her eyes wide open, looking like
she had seen a ghost exclaimed, “Why are you covered in blood!”