Fiction: Group 4
Jin found childhood and happiness in Hua’s eyes. She wanted to know more about the outside world.
JIN’S HOUSE, MAR., 2025
Hua gave Jin a portrait of his parents, while Jin found this portrait familiar.
“I’ll help you to find them, trust me. My dad is good at searching people.” Jin twinkled. “It’s late now.
Maybe you should have some sleep first. Marie, take him to the guest room.”
After Hua left, Jin took Hua parents’ portrait and slippied into her mom’s room. No one’s there, great.
Then Jin opened her mother’s drawer and read a diary.
19.1.2015
When can I leave this home? There are too many secrets I cannot bruit about. Today, Curt told me to keep
an eye on Yau and gave me a picture of him. He’s a painter, a normal guy. I don’t even know why he’s a
criminal, while Curt didn’t tell me. Well, Yau is handsome though. If he’s not disgraced, I would like to
escape with him.
15.3.2021
Too bad, Yau’s dead like other offenders did. Dramatically, his wife came to find him and figure out the
secret too. We have no choice. Howbeit, we know they have children. So we have to send remittance to
his family in order to conceal the fact that he’s killed. Gosh, hope no one will question about the river again,
I don’t want to see people being erased again.
A picture dropped on the floor. Jin picked up and scrutinized it. She frowned. How can it be possible?
“What are you looking at?” Mom raised her voice.
“No, nothing mom.” Jin hid the diary, while she didn’t notice that the picture fell…
*
It’s morning. Hua woke up from his dream as usual, while the sun didn’t wake him up. The room was as
dark as hell, he couldn’t tell the time. Morning, afternoon, night? Hua stretched his legs and looked upon
the sky. The sun was rising, yet he knew there was no time left.
“It’s nice to see your liveliness.” Jin said. “You still want to find your parents?”
“Of course, that’s the only reason I came here.”
“But did they drop any hints about where they have gone? It’s impossible to find him in this big city…”
“Ya, I know…”
“Cheer up, Hua. We got time. Would you like to hang around now?” Jin’s face brightens.
“Sure.”
JIN STREET, MAR., 2025
“I love this market just because it has the same name as me. Well, the goods are quite cheap though.” Jin
exclaimed.
Hua looked around. Crowds everywhere. All those noises messed his thoughts. The fusty smell of banknotes
covered his nose. Then he looked up to the sky, yet he only saw something greyish. What’s that, dust? Hua
