False Handicap

Posted: December 19, 2016 in What Pegman Saw
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What Pegman Saw is a new Flash Fiction challenge utilizing Google Maps by K Rawson. The assignment is to write a story –150 words or less– based upon the location provided. Use the photo or follow the Google Maps link and take your own street view tour. My story weighs in at 149 words.


It took Dexter four months to get one of them blue plastic cards declaring him handicapped.
Dang! Wasn’t one leg shorter than the t’ other?
Wasn’t he missin’ a hand?
Those fellows down at the DMV were dumber than clots of mud.
That’s what his mama had always said.
And his daddy.
Now, Dexter repeated the words often as he could while holding
up his end of the bar and ogling Sally Anne’s toosh.
At closing time he’d gimp to his battered VW
smelling of beer, cigarettes, and mold
and climb in. Back in his bedroom Dexter removed his shoes,
one with a sole much thicker than the other, and the hook that served
as a hand. He’d stand and stretch his legs, both the same length
just as they were the day he was born
and wiggle all ten fingers.
“Yep,” he’d say, “dumber than clots of mud.”

  1. k rawson says:

    Marvelously crafted. Great voice, great character. Loved it!


  2. Love it. This piece has great rhythm to it and is really funny.


  3. Dear Alicia,

    It was fun to have a few more words to play with, wasn’t it? I love the voice in this. Dexter is a devious one and I can help wondering why he’s playing this game. Well written.



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  4. DebraB says:

    I enjoyed this piece! What a drip! How hard can it be to find a place to park in Bonaparte? 😉


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