Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 6

Consumption of Intellect
Carmel School Association Elsa High School, Pang, Elina – 15
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onsumption of intellect. Deprivation of daylight.
Clashes of glinting tall cups claiming their existences.
the trailway of throats, burning away senses.
Swishing of bubbling amber liquid igniting its flames down
Twitching convulsions and skittering color patches of dark coattails and fiery dresses. Flitting and entangled
movements.
Waiters with needled smiles.
White colored men in fine suits and shiny shoes, smirking in the the pleasures of indulgence.
Yellow colored women in sleek heels and slim dresses, smiling between pickering peeks of meticulous interrogation.
There and about, the cackling sound of rushing footsteps and speeding whirls of crowding people rocked every vein
of sensation. Warm exchanges of mingled breaths, hooked their entwining fingers in luscious whirls of smoke.
Squirming fiddles of clothes. Flirting games and finalizing of prey. Excited shrieks of laughter.
Disgusting.He thought, forcing a similar smile onto his lips, speaking words of economy, work and business. The
ever common topic in Shanghai.
Without money, those masked monsters with civilized suits will trample out your every last strip of sanctity and soul.
Without money, those plundering cats with seductive figures won’t cast you a second glance.
Without wealth and a calculating mind, you can’t survive in Shanghai.
How filthy of himself to stay in this place, stinking from the metallic smell of all of this; while staining the angel of
his secret soul, by thinking of her in this kind of place! Miss Zhou, with her delicately soft Asian features, consoling blue
uniform dress of a student , intelligence from the flying pages of books and most of all...the firm determination, burning
with blooming passion and dreams, out of his reach long ago.
Oh how he missed them! The dreams, youth and passions! How he adored those dark brown eyes of hers! Everything he
lost and in-searching for are replaced in those shining pupils, illuminating the crumbling hollows of his heart.