Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 238

single part of Shanghai would be bombed. Even this railway station. I hurriedly pushed the people aside and ran
out of the train. As I was about to run away, I heard some rumbling noise, the same noise that I had heard in my
house. Planes. When I looked up, I saw about 50 planes flying over. The planes hatch opened and the bombs
were dropped. As the bombs were sky diving to ground, everything became slow motion. I could see the bomb
slowly come closer and just touch the ground. Boom!. I felt like I was flying. Everything that I held in my body
ached. I didn’t even have enough power to breathe. After I forced some breaths and slowly opened my eyes, all I
saw was a picture of hell. Fire, dead bodies, people with burns on their backs pleaded for help. I crawled away
from the massacre so that I could take in some fresh air. As I somehow stood up, I saw the baby who was in the
train sitting there, wailing. The mother lying with her eyes open. Dead. I tried to move my legs. I couldn’t. I felt
like I was suffocating. I couldn’t breathe properly. I fell to the ground. Even lying on the ground seemed painful.
I couldn’t do anything. The baby kept on wailing.
Then I heard some footsteps, I was able to get a glimpse of who it was. A man with a camera. A photographer?
He picked up the baby and walked away after looking if anybody was still alive. Apparently, he didn’t notice me.
I looked too dead to be alive. I felt death coming close to me. I took a deep breath, the best I could ever. As I
inhaled, I felt my organs and body systems go out. I thought I am glad that baby was able to live.