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New Palette – What Pegman Saw

Good Saturday evening, folks.  Hope yours is a beautiful as mine is.  It’s the type of night where you should walk hand in hand with a loved one, chatting about everything and nothing, enjoying the warm and muggy night – at least until the skeeters come out and ruin everything!  I was gonna go the library route till I found this spectacular photo.  It had to be used…  Thank you Karen and Josh for hosting!

This week Pegman takes us to Baltimore, Maryland. Feel free to visit the library at the Peabody Institute of Johns Hopkins University (above), or cruise around Baltimore and find your own street view or photo sphere for inspiration.

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by this week’s location. Once your piece is polished, share it with fellow contributors using the link up below. If you don’t have a blog but still want to share your work, feel free to post it in the comments below.

New Palette

She should have gone home hours ago.  It wasn’t like she was being productive, anyway.  Her friends had invited her to go out with them, insisting they had missed her, but in reality, only hungry for details. Details she wasn’t ready to share just yet, if ever.  She was still vibrating with the feelings he had aroused in her, warming her flesh and causing it to shiver at the same time. No, these were hers to savour.  Her friends would have to wait.

Her gaze was drawn to the city and bay below, marvelling at how the daylight was being swallowed by the cobalt of night, the amber glow of the city centre lights spreading like lava over the streets. The water, a shade of azure only seen at night, was decorated with the multi-coloured reflections illuminating the docks.

Baltimore had never looked so beautiful.  Love did colour one’s perception.

 

50 thoughts on “New Palette – What Pegman Saw

  1. Dear Dale,

    How sweet and romantic. I love warming her flesh and causing her to shiver…very nice. Evocative and colourful. 😉 Well done. Almost poetry. 😉 ❤

    Shalom,

    Rocghelle

  2. Q,

    The struggle, real as it is . . produces this kind of beauty right here.

    “the daylight was being swallowed by the cobalt of night, the amber glow of the city centre lights spreading like lava over the streets”

    That line made my eyes water and it brought a smile to my face. That clench of words that brings me, the reader, into the story and offers up an embrace. There is nothing like it.

    Beautiful imagery Q. I love your struggles . . .

    Peace and love

    • B,

      You have no idea just what that means to me.

      This type of writing, of imagery is your forté, not mine. But I really wanted to try and put it out there and hope it came out a fraction as well as yours do.

      Now I’m all in a tizzy…

      Lotsa love,

      Dale

  3. Your imagery for the colors of the water in the bay sparks my imagination. To me your words are more lovely than the picture. You create your images with restraint. Nothing too flowery. Good work!!

  4. You’ve written some super description in this piece, that enhances its emotional impact. Your narrator is a good consistent character, usually driven by a need to be productive, assertive enough to put off her friends, and sensitive to love and beauty. And I love the title you chose.
    Nice writing, Dale.

      • You did a spectacular job with your descriptions although you “claim” it’s not your forte. I overdo describing scenes because I love the details and always request more description from my writing group people. “In the kitchen” doesn’t work for me. Let me “see” it ~ ugly wallpaper and all. Kudos, once again.

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