Poems & short stories
You won't consider me significant - I'm just a stray old cat hanging around the streets of Sham Shui Po.
The words from the Three Days Grace song blasted through my headphones as I tried to distract myself: "It's never too late, never too late..."
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I used to know none of them. The pressure of life in Hong Kong is so great, we scarcely pay attention to the people around us. As the crowds dash across streets and vehicles waiting...
The sky was alive with lightning, cracking open to the sound of thunder. Pellets of water soaked an already drenched Stephanie to the core. Shivering, she wrapped her useless raincoat even more tightly around her as she trudged in the direction of the MTR.
As Ah Ming gazed at the calendar, his eyes blinked rapidly in anticipation of the big day. "My birthday is coming!" he exclaimed, with a beaming smile which seemed to light up the room.
My boss stood in the doorway. "Hey, Leah, do you have a second? I need to talk to you."
Things had changed so drastically since I stepped off the ship and set foot in Hong Kong. I, Nadifa, had grown accustomed to the local ways in this city which reverberates with life and is full of surprises and contradictions.
Waving my hand to illustrate my point, I exclaimed: "But you don't even know who they really are!"