Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps. Yep, that’s really a picture of Manhattan. Inwood Park, at the very tip of the island, is one of the few places on the island that looks as it did three hundred years ago.
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
by John Yeo
Gerald stood at the top of the hill transfixed and just stood drinking in the absolute beauty that seemed to reach out and draw him on. Georgina breathlessly caught up, then gasped with surprised wonder.
Suddenly there was a chuckle as a rough looking stranger emerged from the depths of a nearby copse. A middle-aged, rather overweight, bearded man stood before them, he had long greasy black hair, with grey streaks, held in position with a battered trilby hat. His bushy black eyebrows met in the middle, atop a large crooked nose. He suddenly opened his mouth to reveal a blackened set of uneven, crooked, gap-filled teeth.
‘I see both of you young people are overwhelmed with this place. I’m Captain Ted, a hungry man and I’ll thank you to turn out your pockets and give me everything you find in them. Oh! And I’ll take that smartphone you’re clutching’
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a new weekly fiction writing challenge. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.
THE HAUNTED AVENUE
by John Yeo
This is the place where the dream was created, deep in Arden forest. A beautiful peaceful sight in daylight with this tree-lined path running through the middle. There are fairies and many little people living here, only visible after dark. The biggest puzzle is the man with the head of an Ass, who is rumoured to have been magically transformed here. The fact is debatable, as there are many Ass-headed beings in the real world, visible wearing the heads of ordinary folk. The tree-lined avenue pictured is haunted by the Lady Arabella who was murdered by her husband after she was caught having an affair with an Ass-headed farmer. The tenant farmer was ostracised and thrown off his land. Now he wanders the woods after dark, broken-hearted looking for revenge, with a pack of hounds ready to tear the foxy killer apart. His Lordship only hunts and walks by day.
I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 09/02/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words.
Image supplied and credited by Monday’s Finish the Story
MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (10)
by John Yeo
Dropping her line into Fools Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite.
Hillary was on leave, visiting friends in Arizona. Fly-fishing was a passion of hers from way back.
There was a piercing sound from a cell phone in her rucksack. ‘Damn! I’m sure I turned that off,’ she thought.
Marg, her employer who owned the investigations agency she worked for, had had a narrow escape and needed her help.
Hillary picked up a flight from Phoenix to Anchorage in Alaska and 6 hours later, collected a package from Marg, at “Humpys,” a restaurant in the airport complex.
Marg related her miraculous escape from the secretive Dickus’s lab that blew up after explosive charges detonated, when she retrieved some documents from a large safe. Marg needed to get back to London to meet the Brigadier, as she was now a target of the organisation. Hillary agreed to deliver the package to their office and returned to Arizona.