Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Winners 2020 | Page 18

Winning Entries
“The market, mum, right there.” I said.
But as I turn to point at the market, it simply disappeared. As if it suddenly ceased to exist,
and what just occurred was merely the creation of an overly imaginative mind. The machineries
resumed its demolition of the grey town, and the buildings laid in shambles on the ground.
“But-”
“You have such an active imagination Mei Mei. You’re making Ba Ba feel old.” My dad
joked, slapping my back.
“I’m sure Mei Mei can visit after we cleaned out all this unpleasant mess. Shall we
return?” Holly said.
With that, I was led back onto the tram and sent back into the tall towers and clean streets
south of the city. I was to be satisfied with that response, and expected not question. I watched
behind glass panes as the grey district receded into the distance, squinting in hopes of catching
a glimpse of the market again if I looked hard enough. The landscape remained unchanged.
The dusk had faded into a dull navy, and despite all the colourful lights and beautiful
skyline of the city, I could no longer enjoy it.
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