Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 98

“Hahahaha,” he laughs at me.
“Seriously, you need to come with me.”
“I’m not sure about this.”
“Do you want to know how I know you? What do the letters FBI mean to you?” I could see the recognition in his
eyes.
“Ummm,”
“Come, I think we can catch the 7:00 PM flight.
Chapter 6
I am on an old plane sitting and chatting to my great-grandfather in disguise, heading back to England after saving
his life. I have so many things to tell him. Our conversations will be endless. But what’s next in store for me? Will I
ever get back to my own time? Will I get a job in England, buy a house and start a family and be happy? Will I ever
race again? Who knows, I’ll just have to wait until time unfolds.