Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 472

The man sat up and began, ‘My name is General Zhang. I am from the Shanghai military and you, you are a foreigner. So may I
ask what are you doing here? Are you a spy, are you here to steal classified information?!’
‘What, I didn’t come to steal anything!’ I shouted, surprised.
‘You're lying!’ General Zhang shouted.
‘But it’s true, I don’t want to steal anything! I swear!’ I struggled in my handcuffs.
‘Lock him up, I will question him later.’ the General said to one of his soldiers. ‘And you better tell me the truth!’ Then he
stormed out of the room in an angry rage.
BANG! The doors of the cellar slammed shut and I was left there sitting down on the cold, hard stone floor. I looked to my right
and saw an English looking man sitting down in his cellar playing with a piece of wire.
‘What’s your name young lad?’ He looked up and asked.
‘Kol. Kol McCoy.’ I whispered.
‘The names Elijah Harvey.’ He scooted closer to the bars on the right and stuck out his left hand. I shook it.
‘Are you a British spy?’ I asked Elijah.
‘Yes, but I got caught as you can see… Are you a spy too?’
I sat there frantically thinking. I can’t say I’m a time traveler I thought.
‘Um… I am actually a uh… a Lawyer! Yes a lawyer.’ I nodded my head.
‘What is a lawyer doing here?’ Elijah asked.