Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 161

The old man carried on rowing his boat, past the concrete jungle. He rowed over where the river used to be and
into the bund. All of the buildings along the bund had been underwater for a long time. Seaweed grew up the sides
of marble pillars, cracks and holes caused by the pressure of the water appeared in every single one of the buildings.
He rowed over to the peace hotel and thought back to all of the good experiences he had there.
Jack Wong had worked in the restaurant at the Peace Hotel for almost his whole life until the building was
submerged. Every day he worked there, it was a completely different. He used to admire boats wading their