Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 80

stopped me before I could leave, “Excuse me, how did you get in? The museum opens in half an hour?” Excuses
rummaged in my brain, “Oh I’m so sorry I’m visiting and my friend told me to come now. I thought it was free so I
simply walked in but then I noticed no body was here so I might as well get some breakfast and then come back after.”
The woman smiled, “ No worries, this always happens.”
A small water fountain caught my eye, I used all my energy and bolted. The water pours down my throat, as my
adrenaline speeds up I figure out the fastest way to Xueyuan Shanghai. I find a public bus to my destination and stare
out the window, it starts to pour and I reach for my phone and right before I press the exit button, “Hello? Mom, it’s
me Clara.”