What Pegman Saw – A Question of Identity

“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 Tbilisi, Georgia.

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A Question of Identity

“Remember, tell no-one about our guests.” Fatima’s father clutched her arm.

Fatima picked up her motorcycle helmet. “You can rely on me, Papa,” she replied.

Aleksandre was waiting for her in the market. He pointed at her hijab.

“I don’t know why you wear that thing. It’s hardly for modesty, is it? You’re wearing make-up for goodness sake!”

Fatima looked at the ground.

“Maybe using make-up is a sin, but you know I only do it to please you, husband-to-be.”

“I don’t like you wearing hijab. It demeans Mother Georgia. It’s halfway to treason!”

“Aleks, dearest, I would betray my faith if I didn’t wear it.”

Aleksandre scowled, so Fatima said, “Come, I’ll treat us to coffee before I do my shopping.”

Later, as she hurried home, she thought of Aliya’s young family, refugees from Syria, and rejoiced that the global reach of the ummah had brought them safe to Tbilisi.

 

 

What Pegman Saw – The Loser

“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 Radium Springs, GA.

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The Loser

How long had he been sitting here by the pool?

It must have been hours since he left the casino. The Grand Hall had thronged with visitors, showing off under the glittering chandeliers. In smoky anterooms small groups of obsidian-eyed men had played poker – serious poker for serious money. Palatial bedrooms upstairs catered for those who preferred their risks to have a more tangible and immediate reward.

The casino’s chandeliers were extinguished, and the light that had sneaked through chinks in the shutters had gone. It was pitch black, and the rain hammered down. It drenched Tom’s tuxedo, ran down his trousers, spilled from the turn-ups.

Despite the raindrops crazing its surface, the pool glowed faintly blue from its radium content. What would drowning feel like, he wondered?

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear the woman until she spoke.

“Come home, Tom. You’ll catch your death.”