Fiction: Group 2
The T.T.T. (Time-Travelling Toilet)
G.T. (Ellen Yeung) College-Primary Section, Wu, Issac - 12, Fiction: Group 2
oilet!” I pushed open the door and stumbled in. It was the first time I was so
desperate for the toilet. Nearly colliding with the sink, and a few seconds trying to
stabilize myself, I came to a standstill in front of the toilet bowl. But I was too tired of
standing and I simply fell onto the toilet bowl, or rather into it. You see, I didn’t feel the collision
instead, there was a sucking – flushing noise and in the next second, I was going down the drain.
This was nothing I expected when I went to the toilet just now but what happened next, was
even more unexpected. I was bathed in sunlight, and when I opened my eyes, I was floating next to
a drainage pipe, in a harbour. I immediately recognized it as the Victoria Harbour in a picture of my
G.S. textbook, only a lot wider, like it was in the 1900s.
As soon as I was on shore, I noticed people screaming, running and flailing their arms. Booms
followed and I saw Japanese bombers attacking. I looked at the calendar in a furniture shop. It was
the 14
th
of August, 1945. I stood, mouth widely open, it was the second last day of what the Hong
Kong residents now call, “3 years and 8 months.”
Almost at once, I knew the residents haven’t yet heard of the atomic bomb in Japan. It would be
no use trying to persuade them that Japan would announce surrender tomorrow, so I tried
evacuating the bombing site. But before I could get there, an explosion occurred behind me and I
flew right into someone’s apartment window, smashing a radio to bits.
“Oi you!” was the first thing I heard, “that radio cost a fortune!”
I looked up to see a teenage girl in her mid-20s charged at me.
“Hey! Watch yourself!” I shrieked. “Hey! I recognize you! You’re my grandma in my photos!”
“I don’t even have children, how am I supposed to have grandchildren?” she barked.
After a twisted argument about her personal information, she told me to predict the future and if
it was correct, she would believe that I was from the future. I predicted it correctly, that Japan
would surrender the next day.
When she came to tell me, I simply sat on the toilet. There was a sucking – flushing noise,
and I was going back……to the present.
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