Apparition of Guru
Verdant bamboo trees slashed the thick air of mid-summer eve. The shabby houses next to the school district were flicking dim yellow light. It was a Wednesday night, a usual time for owls to catch preys and feast upon their dinner.
Lin Chung, a fifth grader, sat in front of his desk, trying to compose a story for his Chinese class. The pot-scraping sound from the kitchen filled the quiet house. Wu Yuan, a mother of three, was doing dishes. “Damn!” said Wu Yuan, seeing blood oozing down her palm. She quickly grabbed a tissue towel and pressed it on to her left hand. “What is going on? This is the fourth time of the week…” as she murmured to herself, the blood miraculously faded and eventually was gone.
“Mother, are you okay?” asked Ling Chung. “Yeah, I’m fine. Keep doing your homework,” said she. The other two children were already in sound sleep. Lin Chin, a third grader and school boy scout, likes to play yo-yo and draw. Lin Bin, a first grader and happy girl, always thinks about the mysterious figurine appearing in her daily dream…
A mundane world it seemed but latent turmoil was about to emerge.
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