What Pegman Saw – Served Cold

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. Using the location provided, you must write a piece of flash fiction of no more than 150 words. 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 prompt is Brasilia, Brazil.

Note: There are more technical holes in this piece than in a fishing net; I hope you will excuse them!

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Served cold

There would have been a snap as the frayed cord sheared. The airfoil would have puckered, gone slack, wrapped itself around him. Christopher would have known immediately there was no chance; he would tumble five hundred feet to his death below, the nylon wings his shroud.

The image wouldn’t leave me.

There was no evidence of sabotage. That doesn’t mean there was no sabotage.

I didn’t give up the sport, not with the World Championships in Brasilia coming up. I teamed up with Donald, almost as strong a flyer as Christopher. We worked like demons to improve our skills.

“For Chris,” as Donald repeatedly said, until I wanted to beat his face to a pulp,

The first day of the Championships was perfect. We caught a cloud street at one thousand feet.

Behind Donald, I said quietly, “I know what you did. I loved Chris, you know?” – and cut the cord.


Friday Fictioneers – Revenge

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

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Genre: Crime

Word count: 99


The last ferry of the day, with its single, drunk, passenger, shuddered away from the Stag Hotel jetty.

The steward, Jamie, hoovered the saloon.

Laurence Glanville, the owner of the Stag Hotel, wasn’t going to be enjoying Catriona any more, gloated Jamie, as he took a small, heavy package from his locker. He hastily concealed it as the mate approached.

He glared at the drunk.

“Dinna puke on ma floor, laddie!”

The mate nodded and went to the wheelhouse.

Swiftly Jamie dropped the package into thirty fathoms of water.

On the mainland, flashing blue lights hurtled towards the port.