Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 54

Up ahead, the wooden chest from the open doorway grew larger.
Penny was running hard, uttering a gasp with each step. Running as fast as I could.
“Penny, dive into the wooden chest!” I cried with exhaustion.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, but let’s do it!” Penny shouted breathlessly.
I didn’t turn around. But I could hear the loud footsteps of Captain Jack close behind me.
“Ye can’t run away! Just give up!” Captain Jack screamed.
Go, Penny, go! My chest felt about to burst. But I ran harder, desperate to catch up, To reach the chest, To
leap into the wooden chest to safety.
Penny let out a cry and did her best long jump and leapt inside the chest! Then I ran as fast as I can and leapt
inside the chest after her.
I sensed a cold wave wash over me. My whole body felt soft and quivery.
I bent my knees and tilted from side to side as the chest rocked. Penny stumbled onto me.
Are we coming home?
Wave after wave washed over me. I felt as if I were falling through them… dropping through the sky.
Then it all stopped. I stood perfectly still, listening to the silence.
I opened my eyes. And gazed into a solid white blur.
I shook my head. Slowly, the whiteness faded away.
I blinked. Once. Twice. My vision came back.
I was sprawled in my bedroom at Uncle Robby’s lighthouse. Penny laid beside me, bemused. Gawking at
my bed and the dresser beside it.
“Oh, wow!” I cried.
We were back at my Uncle’s lighthouse!
We went tearing down the stairs. I burst into the kitchen.
Uncle Robby was at the sink, brewing a cup of coffee. His face filled with surprise as we came flying into
the room.
It was all too much, too frightening, too crazy. I struggled to catch my breath.
“Well, well. It was a busy day,” Uncle Robby said. He squinted at Penny and me. “How are you kids
doing? Sorry I didn’t check in sooner. Didn't notice where the day went! Hope you aren’t bored.”