Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 222

“I TOLD YOU THAT SQUEAKY MOUSE HAS NO PROBLEM! I’M GETTING
DEHYDRATED! HURRY UP!”
“I-I’m c-coming!”
BOOOOOOOOOOM………………..
The aroma of ash floated in her nose. It was clear that no one had been there for a while. Spider webs,
an old box, and a letter. That was all that was seen. It was clear, that it had never been opened since. What did it say?
What was in it? How did it survive the explosion? Questions zoomed around in her mind. How did this happen? What
happened? How? Everything and everyone were lost, in space, and thought…
She walked in the room and took the letter; it was full of dirt, but not destroyed. 2 weeks till her 52 nd
birthday. Nobody knows anything about her past, well, except me. I was and still am, a close friend. All the helpers
crowded around her murmuring. Nobody knew anything about what happened, what was in the box, and what the
letter said. Everything was just so complicated! Especially for her. She held the letter in her hand as tears drip