Before and Now

Posted: May 25, 2019 in What Pegman Saw
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Today Pegman took us to beautiful Varanasi, India. Typical of me, I found the most depressing picture in a collection of beauties and wrote a down-hearted 151-word story. (Sorry I went over my 150-word limit.)

Before the wars. Before the waters rose. Before the children and elders died. Before. Before. Before.
Before now, our city was full of laughter, the scent of herbs and exotic spices, music and life’s noisy clatter.

Our buildings were colorful. Deep pinks, brilliant oranges, gentle greens.
Women wore dresses sewn from gossamer silk and finely woven cotton. And smelled of Jasmine tea.
Wisemen grew long white beards and dispensed knowledge collected throughout the ages.
For three-hundred-years, there was no turmoil.

Then the storms came. Storms filled with lightning, thunder and too much rain. Storms between husbands, wives, and children.
Storms of unwanted people arriving from all over the world to flood our city with discontent for it is built on the last piece of land remaining above water.

There is nowhere to put them. They take what they want, especially our happiness, and give nothing in return.
So, this is now.

  1. k rawson says:

    A grim tale, to be sure, but so beautifully written. I could see and smell the city of old. And I mourn for it!

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  2. pennygadd51 says:

    A sad story of a grim future. I guess there will be massive dislocation through climate change – I just hope there’s more possibilities of managing it than in your story. Well written, Lish.

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  3. Joy Pixley says:

    A pretty grim tale, indeed, when the past shines so bright and they can’t see any light in the future. I didn’t find this area in my searches through Google Maps, but I did find some locations that were even more depressing. There’s still beauty here.

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  4. I love this, Lish. It is so you. And I so love your tales. The tone is upbeat. The images glorious. The ending sublime. It makes me feel resigned yet there is the tinniest tinniest flicker of hope, I think. Brilliant. More!

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