What Pegman Saw – Prophecy
Here is my story for the 150 word fiction challenge, What Pegman Saw. This week we’re at the Palace of Pena in Portugal. I plopped little Pegman down on Google Maps and found a picture for my story.
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Copyright Google
The Oracle gazed out over the grand vista afforded by the uppermost battlements of the Palace of Pena, her face filled with sadness.
“Once this place was filled with beauty. Trees, grasslands. One could hear the birds singing and watch as deer and rabbits played in the forests, celebrating the return of spring with all its endless possibilities.”
“But, my Lady Oracle,” protested Novice Miguel, “I see those things in abundance!”
“As you are aware, dear Miguel, I see not today, but that which is yet to come,” replied the Oracle, touching his arm in comfort.
Miguel felt a chill flood his body. The Oracle had never been known to be wrong. He followed her as she shook her head sadly, returning to the palace. Behind them, the sky to the east brightened suddenly and then darkened as the first mushroom cloud stained the horizon.
What Pegman Saw – Cats
I thought I’d try the What Pegman Saw 150 word fiction challenge this week. We’re at Petra in Jordan. I had a stroll around Google Maps and grabbed a picture for my story.

Copyright Google
“Here we are at last! Petra.”
“So we are. And don’t call me ‘Petra’ hahaha!”
“I swear to god, if you say that one more time…”
“Okay, okay, no need to get stroppy. So, where’s this ‘theatre’, then?”
“Just over there. But look at this magnificent view…”
“Yeah, magnificent. Rocks and sand. Does the term ‘badlands’ mean anything to you?”
“Ugh. We’ve come all this way. Try to enjoy yourself, will you?”
“Fine. I’m hoping they’re showing ‘Cats’.”
“Huh?”
“’Cats.’ At the theatre. I’ve always wanted to see it.”
“What…? Oh. It’s not that type of theatre. It’s more an amphitheatre. You can look down over the tombs.”
“What? What? Tombs? What? I wanna see ‘Cats’!”
“Okay, fine. Follow me. Come on. Into this alley. Through the gate.”
Clang!
“Hey! Why’ve you shut me in? With those…”
“… Arabian leopards, if I’m not mistaken. They have your scent! You wanted ‘Cats’…”
FF – Mistaken Identity
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from CE Ayr.
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Copyright CE Ayr
Makre’dev, his antennae twitching in anticipation, removed the activation keys from his pouch. Decades marooned on this miserable Earth planet; at last salvation was at hand.
He carefully eased the first key into the bottom receptacle. Glancing at his co-pilot, Colp’ee, he placed the second key into the receptacle above before placing his head in the largest hole for retinal scan. He awaited activation.
Nothing happened. He waited some more.
“This isn’t it, is it?”
“Why the Grock did you think it was a good idea to disguise our space-pod as a rock?”
“Well, you’re the one who forgot where we parked!”
FF – Man Flu
Here is my little story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.
Can anyone tell which dialogue belongs to the man in this tale? 🙂
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Copyright Dale Rogerson
“All these damn boxes and a plant as well. I can hardly see the telly!”
“Well, dear, you could always get up off your backside and help me unpack.”
“Go straight for the nuclear option, why don’t you. ‘Get up, shift stuff’. I’m not well and I’ve already had a hard day at work.”
“Well so have I! And I’m not complaining.”
“You’re not ill. I’m ill. I’m probably dying.”
Oh please, God, let it be true…
“What? What was that?”
“Nothing, dear. Now, if you want to watch the telly, move the boxes.”
“Stuff this. I’m going down the pub.”
“Men!”
FF – Back in the Day
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.
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Copyright J Hardy Carroll
“What’s that, Dad?”
“A phone, Son.”
“Whaaaat? It’s huge!”
“It is, Son. Let me show you how it works. Smell that?”
“Urgh, yes.”
“That’s wee. And that stickiness under your shoe? Chewing gum. Now, grab the phone book.”
“There’s loads of pages missing!”
“Par for the course, Son. And ignore all the cards offering “a good time”. Now, lift the big black thing, take this coin and put it in the slot.
“It keeps falling through, Dad.”
“Common problem. But that doesn’t matter. See the end of the cord?”
“It’s been ripped off, Dad.”
“Yep! Ah, the good old days…”
FF – A Nice Big Car
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Kent Bonham.
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Copyright Kent Bonham
“A nice big car, yes…”
“Indeed! So, interested?”
“Hmm, yes, good acceleration, a nice big boot, large enough for two of my enemies simultaneously…”
“For your whaaat…?”
“My shopping, yes, as I said, large enough for my shopping.”
“Um, and very economical to run…”
“Yes, economical, yes, who needs to have to keep stopping for petrol during the kidnappings?”
“The whaaaa…?”
“During the school run, as I said, the school run, yes? Let’s talk Shekels.”
“Listen, take it, just don’t hurt…”
“Nonsense! Here is a suitcase full of untraceable non-consecutive banknotes, yes? Goodbye!”
Vrooom.
“Man. I hate selling to politicians.”









