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Small – What Pegman Saw

“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.

“Pssstt.”
“Jess.”

“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.

Word Count: 150

For What Pegman Saw. This weeks location is Portmeirion Village, Wales. When I first saw it I thought “dollhouse” or a lego build … something colorful and childlike. Then, being me …

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It’s day three. I still have not had coffee. My husband, my loving, sweet, honorable husband has had beer. 

Of course.

“We’re in Germany!” So he had beer.

I poked at my half eaten fish and stared daggers through him. I told myself I wouldn’t sleep until I came up with the perfect revenge; until I could wipe that smug look away. He thought he found the perfect out.

He drank while watching the football game.

“It’s tradition! We’re supposed to!”

That was day two of our stupid pact.  

Oh, but today is day three. Today is MY day.

And there is nothing my sweet, loving husband hates more than history.

Lucky me, Frankfurt Cathedral offers a three hour tour, chock full of history and led by the most boring priest. 

“We have to go! The history! But I think I’ll have some coffee to stay awake.”

For What Pegman Saw. This weeks location is Frankfurt, Germany

Word Count: 147


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Pirate Days – What Pegman Saw

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It was a real life pirate ship. Pedro couldn’t believe his eyes.

The group of children sprinted ahead of their parents and on board.

Everything was there, just like the stories. Pedro stood at the helm, letting the ocean breeze ruffle his hair.

“João, take the helm! Ana, you can be first mate!” Pedro’s friends snapped to attention.

“Aye, aye captain!”

João was an expert navigator and sailor.

“There’s a storm on the horizon.” Pedro pointed far out into the calm sea. “We have to get away. We have no choice but to sail into it. Can you do it?”

João squinted into the sunlight, his confidence never faltering. “Aye captain.”

“First mate get the crew ready! We’re sailing into rough seas.”

“Aye captain!” Ana, a shrewd and precise leader, barked orders to the remaining crew, “Batten down the hatches!”

It was a good day to be a pirate.

Word Count: 149

For What Pegman Saw. This weeks location, the Douro Valley of Portugal. I thought about having the conversational pieces of this in Portuguese but I don’t speak Portuguese and I only trust google translate so much. I opted to keep them in English but for fun read below for the google translate version of the conversation. 

“João, pegue o leme! Ana, você pode ser o primeiro companheiro!”

“Aye Aye capitão!”

“Há uma tempestade no horizonte. Temos que nos afastar. Não temos escolha a não ser velejar. Você pode fazer isso?”

“Sim capitão.”

“Primeiro companheiro prepare a tripulação! Estamos navegando em mar agitado.”

“Sim, capitão! Abrace as escotilhas!”