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Pegman – Taking the Plunge

August 19, 2017 draliman 40 comments

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 🙂

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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!

What Pegman Saw – Prophecy

August 14, 2017 draliman 28 comments

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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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.

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What Pegman Saw – Cats

August 10, 2017 draliman 35 comments

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.