Fiction: Group 4
I dived along, only to realise that I could no longer see her due to the splashes of water and bubbles
surrounding her. I tasted salt on my tongue and let out a large breath without wanting to. My feet could no
longer touch the bottom, and I kicked frantically as the sea soaked my shirt and covered my head and
blackened my vision.
The sea was calling me back.
“Sir, we’ve landed already.”
My eyes opened frantically as I gripped the edges of the seat. The air stewardess looked at me with concern
as I came back to my senses. I looked at the empty cabin then outside of the window.
“Hong Kong?”
The air stewardess blinked in confusion, “Yes, sir. We’re in Hong Kong.”
Ah.
I gathered my luggage hastily and left the plane. While waiting for a taxi, I let out a breath of relief as I
waited for one to take me home.
I could almost taste the salt of the sea.
