What Pegman Saw – Proposal

“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 Fiji. My story features Adrian and Sue who were introduced in my Friday Fictioneers story “Close to the Wind”

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Paradise Tavenuni Resort © Kathy Barrett, Google Maps


Adrian swaggered up to Sue.

“Do you fancy crewing for me?” he asked.

“In your dreams!”

“It’s in Fiji. Flights and accommodation paid; work trip.”

Sue goggled at him. “That’s work?”

He grinned. “How about it?”

Adrian bagged the window seat on the plane.

Sue smiled at the man in the aisle seat.

“Would you mind swapping seats?” The passenger obligingly moved next to Adrian.

But Sue couldn’t escape Adrian’s invitation to dinner on the evening after their arrival. In truth she enjoyed the meal, their table under sparkling stars and overlooking rippling water that reflected the gentle moon.

Adrian looked nervous.

“Actually, I really want to do the Oyster World Rally.”

Sue gasped “That’s round the world! Two years!” Then she said firmly, “Only if I skipper.”

“Every other day?” suggested Adrian

There was a long pause.

“OK. Deal.”

Adrian kissed her.

“Bastard,” she murmured – and kissed back passionately.

Friday Fictioneers – Close to the Wind

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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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Close to the Wind

“Gonna wipe you out today!” Sue grinned at Adrian in the next dinghy.

“Get away! Women can’t sail!”

The cannon boomed. The race was on.

A gentle breeze blessed the sapphire water of the estuary with diamond waves. Golden brown cattle grazed peacefully on the lush pasture of the south bank. Woods on the north bank perfumed the air with pine.

Two boats converged, too close, for the first turn.

“Keep away!” Sue yelled at Adrian, as he drew level on her windward side. Her dinghy shuddered as it lost speed.

“You bastard, you stole my wind!”

Adrian just laughed.