Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 490

Suddenly, a golden statue, somewhere above the roof fell through the roof and smashed right on the huge Buddha statue.
The statue started to crack.
“ Don’t look back and keep running!” Aunt Min shouted at me. We ran through the Buddha statue w hich was breaking apart and
down the steps of the temple. We ran and ran while behind us, we heard the cracks and sounds of the statues falling.
Suddenly, like magic, the ground stopped rumbling. Aunt Min slowly stopped, she turned around and whispered,” We’re safe.”
Then, she hugged me as hard as she could.
The next day at the hospital, as I switched on the TV, I saw a reporter talking about the destruction of the temple.
“ We would want to inform you because of the earthquake that occurred yesterday, the Jing’an Temple broke down and is
destroyed. Luckily, there were only one or two citizens in there which escaped as soon as possible. None is killed or hurt. Thank you
for watching and this is reporter Qin Huang from Old Shanghai Daily News.”
I switched of the TV and turned to face Aunt Min.
“ I am sorry all this happened to you. This is all my fault and I should have known this was going to happen.” Aunt Min bent her
head and said solemnly.
“ Well, at least we learned a lesson, never go to a Temple when there is about to be an earthquake!” I replied.
“ Yes, I agree with that!” Aunt Min agreed.