Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 208

the never-ending serenity of death. Even in death, she is a sight to behold, taking her name tag, William reads her name: Blossom. A figure leisurely strolls out of the bar, fleeing like mice, one by one, witnesses start disappearing from the scene. “Blossom”, a name used to describe the never ending beauty of a new year, a new chapter in life. With that thought, an overcoat man walks out, where he once walked in. Inside the every demise, is the rebirth of a new era, as the darkness lurks, the light shines, every loss, has a new gain, My name is William E. Fairbairn, and welcome to old Shanghai.