Opening of a children’s novel
My parents died in an Alpine climbing accident when I was eleven.
They were in the bathroom of our flat in Hampstead, shaving and showering for another day of work, when Alpine climbers fell out of a plane that had recently taken off from Stansted Airport en route to the Eiger. The climbers crashed through the roof, landing on my mom and dad, who where killed instantly. The climbers apologized, brushed off plaster dust, picked up their gear, and called a cab to return to Stansted for the next flight to the Eiger.
So began the adventure of my childhood in which I alone would face great challenges and learn great things, parent-free.
Tags: writing
General | Jim Heynderickx January 23, 2010