Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 265

something hard. It was the pocket watch that the shop owner gave me! Maybe if I turned the watch knob the other way
round, I could go back to modern times? I got the pocket watch out of my pocket and turned the knob anticlockwise.
Suddenly, the world around me whirled and twirled, I felt very dizzy. My surroundings spun faster and faster then
everything was still. Totally still.
I glanced at the world around me. My parents were still at the shelves, examining the old pottery. I was back at the
antique shop, thank goodness. The old shop owner strode towards me and put his hand on my shoulder. He peered at
me through his spectacles and grinned, ‘Was it interesting?’