Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 489

I looked at her in shock for the first time, her kind and calm face turned into disrespectful and rude. Quickly, realizing her mistake,
she added,” Oh sorry Lin, I just hate people being disrespectful to the Buddha, you can understand that right?”
“Yeah, I understand” I replied. Instead, my mind argued.
“ What you fool! I don’t understand, why do you even have to be disrespectful to a Buddha?” My brain screamed.
Aunt Min sat down and started murmuring with her eyes closed. I didn’t know what to do
So I just sat down and waited for her to finish.
Just as I was about to say something, the first rumble came. It came somewhere from underground. Aunt Min opened her eyes with
a puzzled look on her face.
“Boom!” The ground quivered. The second rumble came.
I saw a slight twitch from the Buddha.
“ Bam!” Suddenly, the ground started shaking. Auntie Min shouted,” What? I don’t get this, there are never earthquakes in Old
Shanghai, it usually comes around four years!”
The rumbling sound became louder and louder. I shouted at Auntie Min,” This must be an earthquake, let’s get out of here!”
The Buddha fell onto the floor with a big bang. The marble floors of the temple started to break.
“Uh Oh...” I started.
“Don’t start, let’s get out of here!” Auntie Min started screaming.
She held my hand and started running. The second Buddha fell on the floor, inches away from my feet. Bam! Debris from the roof
started falling on us. We ran and stopped right in front of the Huge Buddha statue we saw as we entered in the temple.