Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 108

After what felt like hours of falling, Jim hit the water, but what he landed on was not water. Like before, he landed
in some sort of strange, slimy substance, and he was thrown upwards, sideways, and spun around in all directions. Jim
remembered this from before, and knew what was happening, so was slightly less disoriented and confused than he
was the first time he was sent hurtling through time. After a while, Jim was thrown out onto a road where the moat
would've been should he have been in old Shanghai.
Jim looked around him, and immediately knew that he was back in new Shanghai. After what felt like months, but
what was really nothing more than a day, Jim had arrived home. As happy as he was to be back, a part of him missed
old Shanghai. In the few hours that he spent there, he had developed a liking for the old city, and sort of wished he
could return.
It was starting to get late, however, so Jim returned back to his real house, not the old wooden shack that it would've
been in old Shanghai. As he lay down in his bed, he began to reflect on his day. Jim never thought that he enjoyed
history, but seeing what it was really like centuries ago opened his eyes a bit more, and led him to discover plenty of
new things that he never would have thought of doing in the past. As much as he wished he could return, Jim was
glad to be home, which made him just as happy as he would've been if he had stayed in old Shanghai. He was happy.
And with that, he fell asleep.