Big Plans

Posted: December 21, 2019 in What Pegman Saw
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It’s been a while since I took a trip with Pegman. I’ve missed the fun. I rarely read other author’s work before writing a story of my own, but I did this time and am glad. “Big Plans” is piggy-backed on Lynn Love’s story. Thanks, Lynn, for inspiring me. Happy Holidays!

Photo by: Iakov Filimonov / Shutterstock.com.

Do you see the boy? No, not the one in the red shirt, the other boy.
Oh, yes, the look in your eye tells me you see him now. His face is pleasing is it not?
When I grow up I will marry him and have at least six children.
We will live in a house made of red brick held together by fine-grained mortar flecked with gold.
Our garden will overflow with passion flowers and iridescent blue butterflies.

What? Impossible? Nothing is impossible.
I will not sell mangoes as Mother does.
Nor will I continue to mudlark while Father unloads ships on the dock.
For I have discovered what is in the containers being sent offshore.

I may be young but I am not ignorant.
The men who own those metal boxes will pay me to stay silent.
What? Indeed, they will pay me very, very well.

Comments
  1. It’s really great! How you took the picture and described the scene, it’s amazing. And you are so right about people scared of our voices. They will do anything to stop the tongues that speak against them.

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  2. pennygadd51 says:

    Super story, Lish! I fear your main character is fated to disappear. Your story has a lovely bright start – what’s not to like about daydreaming of marriage? – and then we gradually realise what’s going to happen. Brrrrrr!

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