draliman on life

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. I hope nobody minds, but while on my virtual tour of Wroclaw, Poland I found two pictures which fitted my story perfectly (and it took both to inspire my story). I won’t make a habit of it, I promise. There’s actually nothing in the rules which says it can only be one picture… ahem 🙂

To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.

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Patryk stood on the ledge and stared down on the city he knew so well. Used to know so well.

The old shops, the tower blocks… never perfect, but familiar. Now it was all glass and steel, stark functionality making way to aesthetics.

Not that he missed the Soviet era – it had its faults to be sure – but you knew where you were. Keep your head down, don’t make a fuss. Now it was all very cut-throat. Too complicated for an old man like him.

So here he stood. On a ledge, lamenting the past. A past gone forever. He shuffled forward, a bead of sweat trickling down his cheek. Heart thumping, he stepped forward, plummeting towards the ground. As the pavement grew closer, he took a deep breath…

… and pulled the ripcord. “Woohoooooo!”

So his beloved Wroclaw had changed. Change with it! Have fun. You’re never too old!