“Breathe deep and count to three. When you wake up we’ll be done …”
Jessie’s eyes snapped open. For a man of 38 his back possessed a myriad of problems, waking up on the street never seemed to help matters.
Though it was snowing when the van plucked him from the corner this area was somewhat warm. There was light but surveying the sky Jessie couldn’t find the Sun. As his feet began sliding he noticed the street was covered in a yellow shellac.
In fact, every surface carried slick pastel colors.
Jessie had never heard of this side of town.
He wasn’t sure the “new life” promised was worth the uneasiness settling in his stomach.
“Fiona? Dave? I haven’t seen you two in weeks!” Dave covered Jessie’s mouth and pointed up.
“All done.” The sky jerked upwards as a monstrous hand deposited a new resident with a small thud.
I’ve been all around the world chasing that little guy. Let me tell you a thing or two, the guys got some secrets.
Just wonder, a guy who’s been spotted just about everywhere on god’s green earth? Why else would you hop from continent to continent like that?
Just ask him what went down at the Billinudgel Hotel between that Mr. and his wayward Mrs. Took them forever to clean the place up after … I don’t know what Mr. Pool-boy had been eating but it definitely stained the ceiling. The Mr. remained calm, even had a beer while Mr. Pool-boy’s pieces …
Well, maybe he won’t tell, that makes him an accomplice.
Maybe they pry it from the bastards dying lips so he’s an eye witness.
Either way, come a little closer, I’ll tell you something real.
Pegman didn’t see shit.
And me? It’s my job to keep it that way.
Word Count: 150
This is my first try at the What Pegman Saw challenge. I’ve seen a few other bloggers I follow participating and it seems interesting. Every week there’s a new place, based on Google street view. This week’s destination is The Billinudgel Hotel, NSW, Australia.
You can find rules here and this weeks destination here.