Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 272

here and there while the rest were walls. From where I stood, I could hear faint sounds coming from far, far
away, I decided to follow it in hopes of finding the answers to my questions. To my luck, two men were
heading towards my direction. However this time, it wasn’t the two buff and scary looking men that were
chasing me, it was two men wearing a black peaked cap with old- fashioned looking uniform pinned with shiny
badges. What caught my eyes were the small gun that were in their hands. Deciding to avoid any sort of trouble,
I lowered my head and tried to walk pass them as quietly as possible, but it was too late when I made eye contact
with one of them. Suddenly, they stopped and started talking in a hushed tone. I knew something bad was about
to happen.
“You!”
One of them pointed at me, my eyes widened as I turned around sprinting away.
“Stop!”
I ran faster and faster without a clue where to go. After a while of mindless running, I came to a place which
looked oddly familiar to me. I’m guessing this is small city as there were highly-structured buildings which were
very different from the colorful buildings full of windows, might I add, with a busy street full stores and people
from different races and little boats parked on the side of a port. The breeze blew against my face and the salty
taste of air reached me as I quickly slipped into the large crowd trying to lose the two policemen that were after
me, seeing as there were no signs of them, I sighed out in relief. Walking around this strange place, I start to
wonder why the people here are dressed so differently. Women were wearing a long and form-fitting traditional
looking dress, embellished with floral embroideries. Men were wearing black fedora hats, dressed in a formal
attire. ‘What happened to t-shirts and jeans? Just how outdated and old fashioned are they?’ I snickered to
myself.
“Excuse me, I’m kind of lost right now, I’m hoping that you would lend me your cellphone so that I can contact
one of friends?” I asked a foreign lady dressed in a gold and red dress.
She gave me a confused look before replying with a thick Russian accent, “cellphone?”
“Yes, a cellphone where I can call my friend.” “Sorry, I’ve never heard of a thing called cellphone… maybe you
can try the public telephone booth.” Now it was my turn to give her a confused look.
“Public telephone booth?”
“Yes, it is right there.”
She pointed towards a station that said ‘Telephone’ in capital letters.
“All you have to do is put in this bronze-token and dial.” She said handing me a small coin with a warm smile.
I returned a small smile before I thanked her and made my way towards the telephone booth. I entered the
booth, closing the door behind me.
“I really hope she picks up.” I muttered to myself softly as I put in the small token and turned the rotary dial.
“The number you dialed is not a working number…”