Category: What Pegman Saw

Unavoidable Cries

woman walking on street during day time

(Photo: Stéphane Hermellin via Unsplash)

Mala peeled off, at a snail’s pace.
Suffering, she couldn’t hasten it either. 
Tears overflowing her red eyes.

All the while she was paring the onionthoughts about the layers maintained by her only son plagued her. 

Decades ago her motherwhile working in their onion fields, had remarked, “Life is like onions!” But the twelve-year-old Mala had no clue.

Her parents toiled like slaves to make the two ends meet. But, when they were all set to sell their bumper yields, onion prices had stooped down too low. Obtained nothing, not even peanuts.

Poverty-stricken farmers protested. Mala’s father had gone a little further, burnt his onion field and committed suicide.

She hated onions.

Still, working as a cook in Mumbai City, she had no choice.

All she could do is cry, daily, hoping that someday her pains get cocooned in its many layers, just like the onions.

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150 words

{What Pegmain Saw-Location prompt-Mumbai}

India is the second largest producer of onions in the world. Maharashtra state leads in onion production. Mumbai in Maharashtra has some of the largest onion markets.

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Absolute Decimation

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What hurts more, the pain of heartburn or that of a heartbreak?

Napoleon was seen staring through his bedroom window. A steady downpour has created a fog. His weary eyes couldn’t be fixed on anything he could believe as the skyline, let alone identify the boundary of Saint Helena Island from all other presences.

He was scared of throwing up. The image of a military leader! He held his breath.
If he didhe won’t be fined either! A scoffing reminder about his exile.  

The growing pain above the belly button didn’t concern him much.
But …..Josephine! Her shrieks on the day their marriage was annulled, echoed in his earsIt was raining back then, too.

Bitter remorse overruled him with a tinge of intense despair.
He was shivering, his soul withering. The rain became intenser.

His head turned sideways, the blood arrested face fell into a deep slumber.

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Word Count: 150

{Written for What Pegman Saw}

A Sweet Introduction

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(Photo: Pinterest)

“Hello, I am Emma. May I know your good name, please?”I tried befriending my first African mate. Isolated in that college campus, she looked weary. Somehow, my eyes were fixed on her wavy hair.

“Nice to meet you, I am Dumi.” The lack of smile while introducing was something I was unused to. Did I carry a surly expression?
I decided to resume my small talk.

“You remind me of a character…”
“The hairdresser of Harare?” She intervened with a smile. “…I come from Harare too!”

An absolute stranger with a commendable anticipation power to complete our sentence is a keeper. Dumi gave me the best amazement.
Later on, our chat topics varied; poverty, society, war and all the sad realities of human existence. Still, our short but sweet introduction remains as a beautiful memory, of friendship between two book lovers belonging to two continents.

{Written for What Pegman Saw}

Word Count: 145

 

The Spy at the Opera

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She clutched the opera tickets firmly and stepped into Juliusz Słowacki Theatre, Krakow.
It wasn’t like any other time. For she possessed fewer clues and had to rely more on her instincts.

She looked majestic in the silver, backless maxi dress. She never failed to draw attention anyway.  

She knew the question and the accurate answer.

 

The man in the tuxedo was ogling at her for more than the standard seconds. She knew. She approached.

Balloons. Gold or Black?” she winked.
Purple.” 

She turned back sensing the danger.

The opera was yet to start. But she must leave.

As she hurried out, the doorkeeper asked, “Black or Gold?

The extent of danger was so evident that she transmitted all the secret alarms as possible.

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{Written for What Pegman Saw- Juliusz Słowacki Theatre in Krakow, Poland}

 

The Wheel of Time

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The jobless Jack was a veteran job-hunter. Living in the shelter home with his dog, Spider, was awful.

Summer was approaching, and he wanted to vacate the shelter home.

He scanned every piece of paper for job ads.

On a day, while standing idly in front of a bar expecting a coke offer, a torn away paper lying on the roadside caught his eyes.

 
He skimmed through it but noted nothing interesting until he was about to throw it away.
On the torn corner was the call for a fire lookout at Big Sky, Montana.

He sensed a skipped heartbeat.

 Definitely not for it is a seasonal offer that wouldn’t fetch much.

But the reminder of his past self,  a twenty-year-old man, who took money out of grandpa’s pocket to take his girlfriend to the fire lookout at Garnet Mountain, just to gaze the stars at night.

{What Pegman Saw: Garnet Mountain Fire Lookout, Big Sky, Montana}