NO SMOKE WITHOUT FIRE

 This week in honor of St. Patrick’s Day, Pegman takes us to Rams Island, an island on a lake in Northern Ireland. Though I picked a remote spot, you’re welcome to choose a more urban location anywhere in Northern Ireland.

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the prompt. Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the Linkup below.

Ram’s Island, Northern Ireland | Darran McDonnell, Google Maps

NO SMOKE WITHOUT FIRE

by John Yeo

  Billy and Pat, an adventurous pair of treasure hunting fanatics were chortling away at what they had discovered inside the chimney. An incredibly old and extremely beautiful locked box. This box was bound with rusted, salt-encrusted metal bands that were so corroded they were almost crumbling away. Pat gingerly rubbed the top of the box to reveal the hairy smiling face of a strange horned man. Intricate carving and strange writing with a floral emblem surrounded this kindly face.

  ‘We’ve got something good here Billy.’

   ‘Aye Pat! We’ll get some good money for this!’

Pat suddenly grabbed a rock and smashed the metal bands.

 Billy was shocked. ’What did you do that for?’

   ‘To see what’s inside, might be gold or jewels,’ replied Pat,

  Slowly Billy raised the tight-fitting lid. Dense smoke filled the air. Surrounded by ethereal music the two treasure hunters passed out. The box was gone?

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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THE GARDENER

This is my original rough take on the prompt before I had to rip it down to 150 words

Greenland | Johan van den Bos, Google Maps

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps. This week Pegman is still wandering around in the Northern Hemisphere. However, this time Pegman visits Greenland for the first time

THE GARDENER

by John Yeo

It had been a good year for old Tekkeitsertok, in his garden on the side of a sheltered hill, located just outside of Nuuk, the largest town in Greenland. This year had been warm, the lake was full of crystal clear water and his plants were thriving.

Tekkeitsertok was expecting visitors his two grandchildren, Pana and Arnaq were on the way.

With a dual yell of delight, two young tornadoes rushed up suddenly and threw their arms around him.

 

‘Hi, Grandad!’ Shouted Arnaq, a sweet looking young lady, and the older of the two.

 

Pana, eighteen months her junior was a sturdy young man of thirteen who would hunt, shoot and fish with the older men, grinned broadly. ‘We want to see the miracle of your growth Grandad, will you teach us how you can produce such nice food from those tiny seeds?’

 

‘Of course, children, but we will need longer than a day.’ replied the weary-looking elderly man.

 

Suddenly Pana said, ‘Grandad, I have a question.’

 

‘What is it Pana?’

 

‘Grandad, your name is Tekkeitsertok, after the god of hunting, yet you are here growing vegetables. What happened?’

 

Arnaq, his older sister caught her breath and shook her brother, ‘Don’t ask stupid questions Pana!’

 

Tekkeitsertok smiled and said, ‘It’s alright young lady, I will enlighten you both. I have killed many animals in my life, for warm clothing, for meat and even for fashion furs. I have seen many things. One day I was trapped under an ice floe, when a pure white wolf sunk his teeth into my, now useless left arm and dragged me away. I passed out. Sometime later, I came back to life and I remember a deep growling voice that repeatedly said the killing must stop.’

I then came around to find myself on a sled pulled by five white huskies with eyes that seemed to say. “Remember!”

Since that day I have never killed again except when hunger drove me to kill for food.’

Both children were silent as they watched their Grandad handle his spade with one hand to till the soil.

The lessons had just begun.

©️Written by John Yeo ~ All Rights Reserved

Note

Inuit Names

Tekkeitsertok/ Mans name

(God of hunting or master of Caribou)

Pana/ Boys name

(God who cares for souls)

Arnaq/ Girls name

(Woman or Girl)

~~~

After my Buzz-saw had ripped it down to 150 words 

The Gardener

by John Yeo

Tekkeitsertok’s garden was located near Nuuk, the largest town in Greenland.

Tekkeitsertok, had visitors, Pana and Arnaq.

‘Hi, Grandad!’ Shouted Arnaq, the older of the two.

Pana, said, ‘Teach us how you produce food from those tiny seeds?’

‘We will need longer than a day.’ replied Tekkeitsertok.

‘Grandad, your name is Tekkeitsertok, after the god of hunting, yet you are here growing vegetables. What happened?’

Tekkeitsertok said. ‘I had killed many animals. One day I was trapped under an ice floe when a white wolf sunk his teeth into my arm and dragged me away. I passed out and a deep growling voice said, ‘The killing must stop.’ I found myself on a sled pulled by five white huskies with eyes that seemed to say, “Remember!”

I have never killed again.’

Both children watched their Grandad, handle his spade with one hand to till the soil. The lessons had begun.

(150 WORDS)

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved,

THE GARDENER

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps.
This week Pegman is still wandering around in the Northern Hemisphere. However this time Pegman visits Greenland for the first time.

Greenland | Johan van den Bos, Google Maps

THE GARDENER


by John Yeo

Tekkeitsertok’s garden was located near Nuuk, the largest town in Greenland. Tekkeitsertok, had visitors, Pana and Arnaq.

‘Hi, Grandad!’ Shouted Arnaq, the older of the two.

Pana, said, ‘Teach us how you produce food from those tiny seeds?’

‘We will need longer than a day.’ replied Tekkeitsertok.

‘Grandad, your name is Tekkeitsertok, after the god of hunting, yet you are here growing vegetables. What happened?’

Tekkeitsertok said. ‘I had killed many animals. One day I was trapped under an ice floe when a white wolf sunk his teeth into my arm and dragged me away. I passed out and a deep growling voice said, ‘The killing must stop.’ I found myself on a sled pulled by five white huskies with eyes that seemed to say, “Remember!”

I have never killed again.’

Both children watched their Grandad, handle his spade with one hand to till the soil. The lessons had begun.

(150 WORDS)

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved

FATHERS DILEMMA

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps.

This week Pegman takes us to Portmeirion Village in Wales.

Portmeirion Village, Wales | Google Maps

FATHERS DILEMMA


by John Yeo

Not many people are aware of a valley near Portmeirion that is a renowned centre for Cryopreservation. My Father was Sir Alexander Hastings, a wealthy Industrialist, I was the only family member who shared a secret. Father had been diagnosed with terminal Cancer one month ago. He had deteriorated rapidly but he had suddenly altered his plans for a revolutionary preservation of his body by Cryonics. Father is a devoutly religious man who wondered if freezing his body at the point of death, with the hope of awakening when a cure for Cancer had been found he would be interfering with God’s plans for him. Would he be the same person he once was or an empty shell of the memory of who he once had been? Would he be rudely reawakened from eternal life?
Father will finally be at rest in the graveyard of the Pink Church in Portmeirion.

© Written by John Yeo ~All rights reserved

The Pink Church in Portmeirion

Early April Yeti

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps. 

Mount Everest

Mount Everest base camp, Nepal | mkslalove Google Maps

EARLY APRIL

by John Yeo

’The thing is; Bill: There are too many people here. This base camp is becoming overcrowded. Someone was wandering around in the dark outside our tent last night. I woke and went outside, but all I could see was a large shadow heading towards the mess tent.’

Bill looked astonished at this revelation.

Fortescue continued. ‘During supper some time ago Sherpa was telling us the locals have a legend about a saucer in the sky that landed here for some days and then took off. Rumour has it one of the aliens stayed behind. They have seen him on the mountain and they call him Yeti. Professor Rawlings believes there is a monster on the prowl. He found a large pile of excreta on the foothill, roughly covered with snow. Apparently, he’s sent a sample off to the lab for analysis.’

‘Really, Forty is it April 1st. already?’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

GOODBYE CEMENT FACTORY

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps. 

Cement factory Pujiang No. 2h

This was my original draft before I had to trim the whole deal to just 150 words.

 

Goodbye Cement Factory

 

by John Yeo

 

  Chan had a bicycle, a valuable possession in his village. This enabled him to travel the five mile trip to the Cement works, where he worked hard for ten hours every day, loading the heavy cement bags onto a conveyor belt. He kept himself going to work until the factory came to a standstill one terrible day. Just like that without warning the factory suddenly closed. Chan needed to work to feed his aged parents. At the end of the first month of idleness, Chan hadn’t any money or food to eat. Then his Father sickened and weakened following the sudden death of his Mother from pneumonia.

  Desperately Chan approached Hung Li, the storekeeper, who had offered to buy his bicycle and reluctantly parted with his only form of transport. Too late, he returned home to find his Father had died and he was alone in the world. Chan made his way to the river where he had a friend with a boat. A fisherman who lived an idyllic life on the river, close to Nature. Chan handed over the cash he’d received for the cycle to his friend and became a partner in the fishing business. Chan adopted a large black Cormorant, who would feed on fish from his hand. Chan revisited the family grave to pay homage. The Cement works reopened and the harsh industrial life continued for some.

  Chan lived well from his fishing and bought a boat of his own. Later he got married to his old school friend Mary Lee and little Ching was born. The Cormorant flew away for a while and returned with two baby chicks who followed Chan’s boat everywhere. Feeding from the hands of Chan and Ching and Mary Lee.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

(341 WORDS)

Goodbye Cement factory

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps. 

Cement factory Pujiang No. 2

GOODBYE CEMENT FACTORY

by John Yeo

Chan had a bicycle, a valuable possession, this enabled him to travel the five mile trip to the Cement works, where he worked hard for ten hours every day. Without warning the factory suddenly closed. Chan needed to work, to feed his aged parents. Soon, Chan hadn’t any money or food to eat. Then his Father sickened, following the sudden death of his Mother from pneumonia.
Desperately Chan approached the local storekeeper, who bought his bicycle for cash. He returned home to find his Father had died and he was alone in the world. Chan made his way to the river where he had a friend with a boat, a fisherman. Chan handed over the cash he’d received for the cycle to his friend and became a partner.
Chan lived well from his fishing and got married to his  old school friend Mary Lee and little Ching was born. 

(150 WORDS)

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved