I'm back this week again... This Six Sunday thing can so easily become an addiction :) This week I'm sharing the very first six sentences of my WIP, a novel that doesn't have a title yet (or a genre, to tell the truth), but is going by "Open Circles, Burning Bridges". If you like it, I'll share more every week.
He wasn’t supposed to come to Mexico that summer. Cuernavaca, the three-million-inhabitant city just southwest of Mexico City that was home to me, was not as touristy as San Miguel de Allende or Taxco, but recently it was becoming a popular destination for language students. He told me later that a friend of his, who’d been planning and saving for this three-week experiment to learn Spanish for months, had broken a leg hiking and had begged him to go in his place to salvage the deposit. A freak accident, like the untimely flutter of butterfly wings that wreaks havoc in a distant hemisphere, and the life I cherished would crumple like wet clay in unskilled hands.
“Alex, we’re ready to start.” Jorge, the principal of the school where I taught, popped his head into the faculty room where I was working on my lesson plans.
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