Here's an essay done up with a collaborative effort with my dad - "The Fatal Accident", written during my Primary Four (10 year old) days.
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“Oh dear. I ‘m late for work!” thought Mr Tan when he woke
up and saw the time. It was seven in the morning! He rushed to the bathroom as
quick as lightning.
Fifteen minutes later, Mr Tan whooshed into the dining room
for a quick breakfast. His wife, Mrs Tan was in the kitchen, as busy as a bee,
preparing breakfast for the family. Spotting her husband out of the corner of
her navy blue eyes, she chided him, “You really need to have a sense of
urgency.”
In five minutes, Mr Tan had wolfed down his breakfast. “Bye.
See you tonight,” said Mr Tan as he kissed his wife and hastily hurried to his
car.
As Mr Tan drove to work, he was so keyed up as he thought
aloud, “Can I reach my workplace on time?”
Worried that he may incur the wrath of his manager for
getting in late, he stepped on the car accelerator. His reckless driving caused
cars to screech to a stop and drivers to lean on their horns.
As Mr Tan’s car zigzagged down the street like a snake
overtaking every car in sight, he failed to notice a car, which was coming from
another direction. In that split second when Mr Tan saw the other car, he knew
that he was on a collision course. Mr Tan jammed on the brakes with all his
might and prayed but it was too late. The huge impact of the collision sent Mr
Tan’s car swerving to the right and turning turtle while the other driver’s car
skidded for a few metres before crashing onto the Angsana tree by the opposite
sidewalk.
Within seconds, the fuel from the other driver’s car began
to leak like a faulty faucet. Shrieks of fear and panic were heard from the
passers-by as they spotted the fuel pouring out incessantly from the car.
Boom! With two deafening explosions, both cars burst into
flames almost simultaneously. The impact of the two explosions was so strong
that they knocked the passers-by off their feet. Shards of broken glass and
blackened debris spewed in all directions. What remained of the two unfortunate
drivers were their charred bodies.
In an hour the phone at Mrs Lim’s house awakened with a
might ring. When Mrs Lim picked up the phone, there was a prolonged silence
before she put down the phone receiver. It was the police who had called to
notify Mrs Lim about the accident involving her husband. After a moment, still
in shock, Mrs Lim turned on the television. Her mind went into a rollercoaster
of emotions as she watched the news programme, which incidentally was telecasting
her husband’s accident. On recognising the car plate number of her husband’s
car, she burst into inconsolable tears.
The accident that fateful day, which took the life of her
husband of twenty years, would forever be etched into Mrs Lim’s mind. Till this
day, she spends her birthdays visiting the accident site. Buckets of tears will
wash her face and she will look up towards the heavens and say bitterly, “Why
must you take my husband away from me in this way?” It was indeed the lowest
point of Mrs Lim’s life.
If you like reading this essay, you may like to read:
- The accident by Tang Yu Jun
- An accident - written by me earlier
- Incident in the School Canteen - written by me earlier
Till another time,
ReplyDeleteThank you for the info. It sounds pretty user friendly. I guess I’ll pick one up for fun. thank u
Fatal Accident