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.

 

Choosing the Simple Life – What Pegman Saw

Good Sunny Saturday my peeps!  I hope it is sunny and not sweltering where you are… We finally had a break in the humidity and are enjoying sunshine without melting into a puddle.  I didn’t partake last week but, since I have a Saturday off and no plans whatsoever, I thought, why not?  Thank you, as always, to Karen and Josh for hosting this weekly party.

 

This week Pegman is back in Europe in the Faroe Islands in the Kingdom of Denmark. Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the location. You can use the location supplied in the prompt, or you can browse for your own view of the Faroe Islands using Google Maps. You’ll find both street view and photo spheres at the location.

Once your piece is polished you can share it with others at the Linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun.

Choosing the Simple Life

Life was simple and real in Gasadalur. After years of living the supposed high life in Copenhagen as a real estate agent, Freja finally gave it all up. She never thought, when she got the listing for the property on the Faroe Islands, that she would find the ideal buyer in herself.

Her family tried to stop her, telling her it was no place for a woman to live alone. It was too rugged, wild, and isolated. How would she live? Her assurances were met with protestations.

Once she introduced them to Enok, they felt a small measure of relief. His name did mean dedicated and faithful, after all. He invited them into his home, fed them and assured them that Freja would never be unsafe with him around.

After they left, she thanked Enok for his help and went home.

He watched her walk away… I’ll woo her yet…

 

 

Top of the Hill – What Pegman Saw

The weather’s iffy, I’m only working at 4 pm, I don’t feel like doing housework (like I ever really do, eh?) nor any garden work because, frankly, I shall be getting my workout in later and my back hurts already.  Wait!  It’s Saturday.  Lemme do a Pegman! 😉

This week Pegman takes us to Coniston Water, Lake District in England. This location was suggested by the talented Kelvin M Knight. Be sure to check out his blog where you’ll find articles, flash fiction and short stories. Thanks for the great suggestion, Kelvin!

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by your Google tour of the area. Feel free to use the image supplied with the prompt, or use own from your own virtual travels. Once your piece is polished, please share it with others using the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun.

Thank you to both Karen and Josh for hosting this weekly challenge. It is fun to choose our own pics, though I have a tendency to gravitate towards certain types.  Will go outside my comfort zone next week!

Top of the Hill

Shanna reached the top of the hill and took in her surroundings feeling like she was one with the clouds.  Not a soul in sight.  She inhaled, taking it all in.  As she exhaled slowly, she felt her heartbeat slow, her muscles relax and her mind clear.  She really needed to do this more often.

“Excuse me.  Ma’am?”

Heart in her throat, she spun around.

“Bloody hell!  You can’t just sneak up on a person like that.”

“So very sorry.  Didn’t mean to scare you.  I thought I was alone on this hill till I reached the top from the other side.”

“Are you from here?  Gosh, that sounds so corny!” she laughed.

He smiled, “I am.  My name’s Damian.  And you’re not from here.”

“Shanna, from Canada.” she blushed, “And, thank you.”

“Mind if I join you in your reveries?”

“Please do.  I’m done with being alone.”

 

Seeing Things Clearly – What Pegman Saw

Good Monday, my peeps!  Was “oot and aboot” on Friday and Saturday (as you may know if you read my post…) and yesterday was working the crazy Father’s Day supper at the club.  I hurt. Everywhere.  This schlepping of tables and chairs and stuff… As a result, I’m a tad late in participating in this week’s Pegman (having missed the last two!)

Kept things light this week…  Thanks to both Josh and Karen for hosting this weekly special.

This week Pegman takes us to Taşlıçay, Ağrı, Turkey. You’re welcome to Karen’s street view and photo spheres anywhere within its borders to write your story. The Pegman challenge is to write 150 words or less inspired by the prompt.

Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the Linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun!

©Vera Haber

Seeing Things Clearly

Scuba diving was their thing, their passion.  It was the reason their relationship still held after all these years.  Whenever they had differences, they would suit up and dive in, letting the water wash away any possible resentments, the bubbles from their tanks capturing all negativity and bringing them up to the surface where they would pop and disperse.

Twenty years into their relationship, they had visited countless masses of water, seen unimaginable species of fauna and flora.

“Hey, wanna try Balik Lake in Turkey?  I know we usually go for salt water, but this one is super clear, 70 metres at its deepest and 2250 metres above sea level.  Would definitely be something new.”

“We’re gonna freeze our buns off!”

“Nah, we’ll go in summer – though the option does exist to dive under the ice.  Wouldn’t that be cool?”

“Cool, eh?  Funny girl.” He gave her a big kiss. “Let’s go!”

 

 

Flee – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman takes us to Armenia. You are welcome to use the photo provided in the prompt, or chose from among many photo spheres from across the country.

Will you dig into Armenia’s rich history? Delve into its present? Imagine its future? Or will you conjure your own alternate reality? The only rule is to keep your story, poem, or essay under 150 words.

Once  your piece is polished, share it with others using the Linkup below. Reading and commenting on others work is part of the fun!

Thank you to Karen and Josh for hosting this weekly party.

Having Armenian friends, I allowed myself to use a mix-up of their names for authenticity as well as using part of their history to create mine.  Though born in Lebanon, they will always say they are Armenians, then Lebanese… and finally Canadian!

Click on the blue frog to add your link and join in the fun!

Early April, 1915, Kevork and Siran gathered their children.

“Sebouh, Houri, we must leave as soon as it is dark.  It is no longer safe here.”

“But why, Baba?  What have we done?”

“Nothing, my sweet.  War has come to our land and the Ottoman Empire has chosen to destroy us.”

“We’re lucky that it has not reached us here, yet,” Mama added.  “We have a chance to escape this massacre.”

“I still don’t understand why,” Sebouh cried.

“Son, there are no explanations to justify destroying a people.  Men become crazed with power, believing their religion is the only one and others should not exist.  Dominance becomes their religion.

Houri frowned, “I don’t think I’ll ever understand this.”

They packed what they could carry and left, eventually making it to Lebanon to start anew.

Two generations later, civil war erupted and the Arakelian family found itself once more fleeing for safety.

The Watchmen – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman takes us to San Ignacio de Velasco, Bolivia.  Karen chose a great photo but I went snooping and chose this one.  As a result, the text that introduces this week’s Pegman makes no sense so I’m not sharing it here!

I’m having trouble with my inLinkz account so, please click on Pegman above to have access to the blue frog and to add your story or read other wonderful takes on this week’s prompt.

Thank you to Karen and Josh for hosting this fun weekly prompt.

The Watchmen

They stood there, tall, stoic, unmoving, watching.  Most simply drove by, unimpressed, ignoring and dismissing them as nothing.  The curiosity of some encouraged them to slow down in wonder, questioning their existence but not enough to stop so they shrugged and drove off.  A few actually parked their cars and walked right up to them, trying to determine their use or purpose.  Taking pictures for their scrapbooks they promised themselves they would Google what they were so they could share with their friends and families.

The locals.  They knew.  They understood.  They placed their offerings in cages so that the Watchmen would continue to protect them from all those passersby.  From the truly curious who would never be able to find the answers to their questions as well as those who didn’t bother stopping.  For this they were grateful.  They could continue living as they were meant to, without fear.

 

What’s In a Name? – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman takes us to Gwynedd, Wales. This week’s location was suggested by regular Pegman storyteller Alicia Jamtaas. Be sure to visit her site and enjoy her flash fiction and poetry over at https://lishwriter.wordpress.com/   Thanks for the great suggestion, Lish!

Your mission is to visit the region via Google Maps, and write (up to) 150 words inspired by the prompt. You can use the photo above, or browse around for your own view anywhere in Gwynedd. There are plenty of photo spheres around Caernarfon Castle, and both street view and photo spheres all over Gwynedd.

Once your piece is polished, you can share it with others using the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun!

I, on the other hand, totally did NOT go to Gwynedd… Because Karen and Josh are not mean and allow us to stray… And because once an idea planted… I could not unplant it.  I am submitting this quickly before work so will be reading the other participants’ versions later this evening.  Hope you enjoy my silly attempt!

What’s in a Name?

Honestly, I know nothing about Wales.  Well, wait a minute, I do know Richard Burton, Tom Jones and Catherine Zeta-Jones come from there.

You DO know that it is part of the United Kingdom, right?

WEll duh!  I know that much.  That, and they have that ridiculously long town name.  What up with that?

You mean:  Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch (llan-vire-pooll-guin-gill-go-ger-u-queern-drob-ooll-llandus-ilio-gogo-goch)?

Are you kidding me?  You can actually pronouce it?  Why, oh why would they do such a thing? And what the hell does it mean?

It roughly translates to:  “St Mary’s Church in the Hollow of the White Hazel near a Rapid Whirlpool and the Church of St. Tysilio near the Red Cave”.  And it was a publicity stunt in the 1860’s

Kinda silly if you ask me.

Don’t worry, though, it goes by the name Llanfairpwllgwyngyll.

Like that’s any easier to pronounce.  You know this, how?

I Saw it on PBS!