What Pegman Saw – Accident

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview, to write a story of about 150 words in response to a location prompt. It’s great fun, especially reading and commenting on the stories submitted. 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 Rams Island, Northern Ireland.

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Accident

The empty windows of the lodge stared blindly into the night.

“No! Take your hands off!”

Annie O’Neil struggled with Sergeant Cardew, who was being a great deal too amorous for her liking.

He laughed and drawled, “Come on, sweetheart. You know you want to!”

“You’re just a gobshite!” she hissed, and spat at him.

His face darkened. He slapped her face three times, not especially hard, just to shake her. Annie lashed out with sudden violence and swivelled to flee, but rain had left the ground muddy and slick. She pitched forward, hit her head and lay still.

“Come on, Annie. Stop playing games.”

He reached down, turned her head, saw the wound, the open eyes, the frozen features.

“Shit.”

Glancing round apprehensively, he saw the lodge. It was easy to force a window, and the fire that some ‘careless’ GI started there that night reduced everything to ashes.

Friday Fictioneers – Unwelcome News

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 © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Edited 09:52 BST 11 October 2018

Unwelcome news

Edward pulled his shoulders back and stood tall as he walked through the farm entrance. The barn looked even more ramshackle, and the yard was dirty. Dad was still struggling to cope then.

“Hullo, Dad.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were at un-i-ver-si-tee”

“Well…”

A low flying Spitfire drowned out his reply.

“Bloody planes!”

“Dad, they’re heroes. They’re stopping the Germans.”

“They’re frightening the bloody cattle, that’s what. Ever since they opened that damn airfield down the road.”

“Dad. I’ve er…I’ve something to tell you.”

“Curdling the bloody milk they are.”

“Dad. I’ve had my call-up papers.”

What Pegman Saw – Family Matters

“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 the Faroe Islands. When Hitler overran Denmark, Britain occupied the Faroe Islands to deny him a strategic base in the North Atlantic.

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Nordragota, Faroe Islands, Kingdom of Denmark | Google Maps

Family Matters

November was a rotten month for starting my new job as civilian secretary of the British Consul to the Faroe Islands. There were six hours of gloomy daylight, shortening every day. Even without air-raids the drabness made the war feel real.

But the family I lived with were lovely. Johanna, the matriarch, let me help about the house; and twice a week she let me join in the chain dance, holding her youngest son Olavur’s hand and chanting words I didn’t understand.

“You are my daughter,” said Johanna. “Four boys I bore, but no girls. Now I have you, Catherine.”

Winter ebbed, and the men went to sea. Then, on March 28th 1942, the trawler SELRES_c719b40c-1c76-420d-9708-56d850683a78SELRES_63ac3c94-ea10-460b-b575-f9f3ef4fb83bSELRES_8ee89319-eac9-4ce0-9f0a-60a2d7dc82c8Nyggjaberg SELRES_8ee89319-eac9-4ce0-9f0a-60a2d7dc82c8SELRES_63ac3c94-ea10-460b-b575-f9f3ef4fb83bSELRES_c719b40c-1c76-420d-9708-56d850683a78was sunk by the Germans and Johanna lost three of her sons.

She didn’t smile for two years – not until she first cuddled my newly born son, while Olavur, proud dad, looked on joyfully.

The Angel of Epirus

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story 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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Photoprompt (c) J Hardy Carroll

The Angel of Epirus

They met in the fragrance of pine trees and the harsh smell of shattered dwellings. Hans should have killed her, but he was sick of violence. Magdalena should have screamed for the partisans; but Hans looked like her brother, dead twelve months. He looked despairing.

Shuddering, terrified, she removed her dowry necklace, pressed it into his hands.

She hissed hated German words. “Walk! Three days!” She pointed west. “Find boat. Pay man. Italy.”

Now the new buildings after the war are themselves old and in disrepair. Magdalena still feels the scars of her whipping. She still hears the whisper “Krautfucker!”