What Pegman Saw – Hunted

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. You can read the rules here. You can find today’s location on this page,  from where you can also get the Inlinkz code. This week’s location is Polanczyk, Poland

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Hunted

It has been cold since sunrise, the morning hoar never melting. Now, as the short day draws to a close, I watch sulphur yellow clouds rolling in from the west. Oh, to be snug at home with Edyth! Alas, the message to the Voevoda will not wait.

Although the blade of my knife is dull it suffices to cut larch branches, and I interweave them to make a shelter. I gather logs, picking only the driest, and search out brittle twigs as kindling.

As the sun sets, the trees catch the first snowflakes, which are delicate like the sparks from my flint. I strike harder; my life depends on fire.

At last a serpent of flame creeps across the kindling. I nurture it, as carefully as I will nurture the child Edyth carries in her belly.

Howling!

Wolves!

I draw my sword and lay the naked blade across my lap.

8 thoughts on “What Pegman Saw – Hunted

  1. Brr! Your descriptions were so compelling that I got a shiver just reading them! I really like the tension here, and the sense of the narrator’s bravery and commitment.

    The image you found is interesting. What do you suppose that tall structure… thing… is on the right side? It looks far too large to be a bare tree trunk, but maybe I’m misunderstanding the perspective.

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  2. I have to agree with Joy – this is terrific. The descriptions are perfect, literally chilly. And the tension build as we realise how high the stakes are – the vital message, Edyth and their unborn child. And then your writing gets terse, snappy as the wolves circle. Just terrific, Penny.

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  3. Dear Penny,

    I feel the chill…or hoar…love the word…of winter. His emotions are tangible, his dedication to duty and his wife, as well. The ending left me fearful with the approach of wolves. Ever so well done!

    Shalom and good health,

    Rochelle

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    • Dear Rochelle
      Thank you for reading and commenting so kindly. I started this story as a description of the harsh Polish winter and it morphed into a mediaeval adventure story. Strange how that happens sometimes, isn’t it? Stephen King refers to it as excavating the story from where it’s been buried.
      Shalom and stay well!
      Penny

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