(Seen on Sep, 28, 2015)
A female voice suddenly shouted on a quite night in HK,
“Jeremy!” A tall man dashed across a crossroads,
chased by a woman with a Cantonese accent. “Jeremy~!!
Jeremy!” It sounded as if she was shouting
to her naughty son in an annoying, high-pitched voice, “Jeremy!” He was a foreigner, lean and fit. When the man reached a traffic island, the
woman caught up with him and stretching out her hand, caught hold of his arm,
to stop him from walking any further. Both of
them were now on the stage facing together.
She was in her 30’s, short and plump, and wore
a long slip dress. Her hight was below
his shoulder-high, it looked like a little girl standing in front of her
father. She looked into his eyes full
of love. Her eyes begbed him not to go.
Not for a moment did he look at her, instead he stared into space. His face was
expressionless. Not a word did he
say, but raising his hand, he pushed her away.
The woman took two steps backwards, and tried not to lose her balance as she stood on the kerb, but inevitably she fell back into the street. She grunted, “Ouch.” She was upset and felt hurt by what he had
done.
He has unexpected given her a hard push as if
he had been learning kung fu and doing too well. His conscience told him to
give her a hand, but he hesitated and then walked away. She was aware he wanted to help her to get up and also thought he still had feelings for her deep down in his heart. Watching him turning the corner, she
put all her unhappiness behind her, and got up quickly. Hurrying towards him, she kept calling his
name again and again. No sooner her
voice and body faded away than the street became quiet again.
