Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 368

“Never.”
“Would you abandon me, Father?”
“I would never do that, I promise.”
And the next thing they knew, a deafening gun shot rang out, and drops of blood splattered across the marble floor as their once
beloved father collapsed.
“You really are a liar, Father.” His thoughts were buried by the horrified screams of his family, which echoed what seemed to be
endlessly.
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Yan stayed silent, lying against the corner of the living room, full of despair. He had never experienced what had happened. It
was really hard to accept the truth. Qing kept convincing herself that this was all just a terrible nightmare; however, she looked
like she’s at the edge of her sanity. Yijun just wept with his mom.
“Enough mopin’ around!” A passing soldier yelled into their house, “We aren’t nice if we’re impatient, you know!” The sentence
was followed by others’ laughter. If this can’t anger anyone, what will? But what can they do? Yan wearily got up to his feet and
dragged his bag, mostly stuffed with anything he considered precious. Well, he couldn’t fit his father in there, not that he could
anymore.
Ju was still shocked about, ah, literally everything. Even the dove was all limp, lying on a cabinet and trying to put all the
confusing puzzle pieces together. The boy swiftly grasped the dove and placed him into his largest pocket. He proceeded to urge
his remaining family members to leave, in case those scandalous soldiers chose to shoot them as well.
They all managed to drag themselves off the marble tiles of their dear home, their weeps leaving off how it all began as a sweet
lullaby, gradually ending as the sorrowful requiem. And yet, their destination was still unknown.