Fiction: Group 4
Mother China
Island School, Chan, Wing Kiu - 14, Fiction: Group 4
other China awakens, tired from the long month of working. She stands up and stretches and
floats to the pale blue sky. The smell of the rain from yesterday seeping through her nose. She
arrives at the transparent platform of the sky and walks to the wooden mahogany table that they
gather to every month. She sits down on her usual black armchair and leans back thinking of what might
happen in this meeting. Her red dress flows down from her chair to the floor, as if it was a red carpet for the
others to walk on. She taps the table 3 times, slowly but loudly. The hollow sound of the table rings
throughout the sky and the children of the Pearl River Delta awaken.
“Please gather my beautiful children of the Pearl River Delta,” Mother China calls out, her voice booming
through the land, “it is the time for us to gather once again. Come, come now.”
One by one, the children of Pearl River Delta awaken for their monthly meeting, rising from their land, it’s
bodies floating up to the sky to meet their mother. The children begin to gather, one by one settling around
the round table. They sit and begin to chatter, updating on each other about the things that have been
happening in this month. However the greater ones of them came in last, Foshan, Dongguan, Macau and
Hong Kong.
Foshan, walked in with his chest held high, his wing chun outfit blowing in the wind. The black shirt, black
pants and black kung fu shoes made him look like a shadow. He strutted his way, looking down upon
people when walking. Everybody looked up to him since he was one of the mother’s favourites. Mother
China smiled as she saw her proud son walk in.
Next came Macau. Just like every month, he came with his beige trenchcoat and his suit. His hair was gelled
back with a brown fedora on top of slick hair. His shoes were shiny and brown just like his hair. He took of
his fedora as he sat down, leaning back on his chair and placing his legs apart, his head cocked back with a
smug on his smile. He pulled away his cigar and smirked looking upon his siblings. He then blew air out of
his mouth and white smoke came whirling out of his mouth immediately.
Hong Kong walked in straight after Macau. His green polo golf t-shirt was still worn with his red and white
checkered pants. He rushed in, checking his watch every minute or so, fidgeting with his round glasses all
the time. Underneath his eyes were huge dark circles, could say it resembled a panda and his face was
covered with wrinkles. He plopped himself down, rubbing his eyes and fiddling with his white gloves that
were still worn around his hands.
Lastly came in the beautiful Dongguan. She was beautiful unlike any of her siblings but she didn’t have a
smile on her face. She looked, annoyed. She pushed everybody and everything out of her way and walked
straight to her seat without talking or even looking at anybody. Her red qi pao with her matching red high
heels as if harmonizing with her mother. Her face was full of makeup, her hair tied up in a bun. Her eyes
flicked around instead of just looking at people properly.
Mother China smiled as she saw all her children walk in. When everybody began to settle down, she began
to stand up. Everybody immediately quieted down and looked at Mother China. She was getting old, even
her movements were obvious to her children that she was beginning to age. She moved slowly, but at the
same time making sure everything was gentle and elegant.
“Welcome children. I am glad to see you again. It has been some time since I have last seen you but you all
still look young and fresh. Now let’s see shall we begin our meeting the old fashion way? Reports first,
complaints later. Now Hong Kong, my young boy begin.” Mother China said as she moved her hands
around, signaling her children to listen intently.
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