Heidi’s Hideout


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It was the last place she thought anyone would look for her.

Or the first. Depends.

If they knew the story of her grandmother, after whom she was named, then they’d surely make a beeline to the cottage. But most people did not know. Or forgot. And she herself hadn’t been particularly good at telling the story that as a child had made her feel bland and timid in comparison to her grandmother’s girlhood bravery and independence, and as an adult made her feel as if she was seeking to gain attention by association and not merit.

So when people asked: “Heidi, like the girl in the story?” she would just nod or shrug or at the most say, “perhaps, eh?”

She let her heritage become a secret.

Perhaps that will end up allowing her fresh air, away from everyone’s demands, at her great-great-grandpa’s ancient yet secluded Maienfeld house.



For What Pegman Saw: Maienfeld, Switzerland


32 thoughts on “Heidi’s Hideout

  1. I love the psychological insight of this story, as well as the lucid writing. You have used sentences of very different lengths which both emphasises different aspects of the story and gives a pleasing rhythmic variety. The sentence “She let her heritage become a secret,” is a gem, precisely summing up what came before, and leading on to the satisfying conclusion.

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  2. As others have already said, you do a wonderful job of portraying the pitfalls of growing up in the shadow of a famous relative, and the reasons someone might want to downplay or even hide that connection.

    I also agree that it looks like a lovely cottage to have a retreat in! Although perhaps in the summer rather than in the dead of winter…

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