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Pegman – Dark Days
Here is my story for What Pegman Saw, which this week sees us in Cordoba, Argentina.
I’m not sure what my story is this week. Is it post-apocalyptic? Dark almost-but-not-quite-humour? A damning indictment of the “haves” and the “have nots”? Bittersweet or just plain bitter? Nooobody knoooows.

Copyright Google
Juan gazed across the city at the skyscrapers. Every city had them – bastions of so-called civilisation amidst the ruins. The global drought and subsequent world-wide economic collapse had devastated the world. It hadn’t rained for three years.
Those few had the money to dig deep wells, desalinate water, grow crops. Not for the likes of him, of course. They didn’t have to drink boiled urine. They didn’t have to eat rat, though even the rats were dying out. That chap from down the street was starting to look pretty tasty.
He could leave the city, but Cordoba was his home. He’d been born here, and he’d die here. Probably fairly soon.
No – he mustn’t think like that. There was life, therefore there was hope! Feeling cheered, he ran across the road, chasing a feral cat.
He never saw the truck. Never felt the first drops of rain begin to fall.
FF – Kidz
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This weeks’ photo was contributed by Sarah Ann Hall.
(For non-UK persons, a “GCSE” is an exam taken at age 16.)
This might be a bit hard to read but I find some kids a bit hard to understand so there you go. Authenticity.

Copyright Sarah Ann Hall
“I wanna makes an impression in da interview so I smashes dis vase an I’s like coz dis one’s fake innit coz I has GCSE Art wot I almost passed an I sees from der faces it woz like a real one…”
Sigh.
“… an I’s like whatevs an dey’s like get out an I’s like talk to da hand an dey’s like priceless Ming an I’s like wot like in Flash Gordon an den dey frew me out.”
“So, you didn’t get the job, then, dear?”
“Nah. An I need an advance on ma pocket money coz dey sending me da bill innit.”
Sigh.






