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The Diary

Posted: July 22, 2017 in What Pegman Saw
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Today Pegman took us to the Great Barrier Reef to swim with turtles! How fun is that? What a wonderful place for the imagination to spin out of control.

Clutching her tattered diary, the old woman speaks.
“I’ve flown with pelicans. Sung with whales and danced with fairies in the dark. Once I rode a turtle’s back. I’ve lived inside a volcano. Built a house from coral and carried it to the top of a mountain in the palm of my hand.”
The children giggle.
“I’ve lain in fields of golden glass poppies and slept in ice caves so blue and warm I needed to wear my swimsuit.” Wink. “Or nothing at all.”
The children go silent.
“I’ve loved and been loved by dragons and kings, princesses and Gollums. I’ve been to war, caused a war and ended a war. Fire is my friend. Weakness my enemy.”
The children grow bored. The woman falls asleep.
Carefully the eldest child steals the diary, opens it. Feathers and fairy wings, fire, coral, ice, and shards of golden glass drift upon the floor.


Today Pegman took us to Cape Crozier for a wee camping trip. This is my 150-word story about this rocky place.

My Dearest Angela,
The wind blew brusquely last night. Twice I found myself braving the cold to place rocks around the tent base while Charles slept soundly. Although his face is blackened by frostbite and most of his fingers are gone, he remains a pleasant companion.
I’m afraid we shall be trapped on this outcrop until spring. Snow has fallen for ten full days and buried our supplies. How I wish I had planned better. We were forced to abandon our scientific equipment two months ago for it became too heavy for the ponies to pull. Our clothes soak up moisture and do not dry out. We have eaten our leather boots. Ice crystals tear at the wool of ours socks. They are shredded.
The ponies ran away four days ago.
We have eaten all the dogs.
My one wish is to see you. Faithfully yours, Frances

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We strolled through Berlin with Pegman today. Oh, the sites he showed us. I liked this view of the Berlin wall, so stopped to enjoy a pint and listen to what Schwartzie had to say. I found out he’s not a pleasant man. On the other hand, Mordechai is very patient.

“Is this why we built the wall? Is this what we asked for? This crazy art?”
Schwartzie, shut up! One night of peace! Please! That’s all I ask!
“Finally got the Jews on their side. Us on ours.”
No, we didn’t. Chava Kline tutors my kids.Couldn’t find a better teacher.
“And those homos! Poof! Gone!”
One of those homos cleans our house ten times better than my wife.
“We built that wall to keep niggers on their own side!!! Now we’re defacing it.”
Schwartzie! Drink your beer and go. Please. People who come to my bar don’t want to listen to your interpretation of history.
As if conjured, Jamelle Horowitz, the blackest gay Jew the bartender ever met, strolled into the bar, spray paint can in hand.
“Hey, Mordechai, my sister can’t teach your kids tomorrow, got a cold. And I can’t clean your house, got a wall to paint.”

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Pegman sailed us to Pitcairn Island today. Usually, I don’t read other writer’s stories before I write mine, but I read k rawson’s wee tale on a whim. So I’m sorry that Deliverance Redux follows in her story’s footsteps. I just couldn’t help it!

We don’t particularly likes it much when strangers tromp upon our island. Take this feller for instance, all set up with his little blue fishin box and fancy catchin pole. Round here, strangers stick out like pups born in the wrong litter. Nones of us wears them kinda clothes nor hats such as the one he’s clamped over his hair. Straw, that’s what we likes upon our heads. Don’t much admire his boots neither. Gots to have sandals strapped to the feets so’s you can feel them itchy sand kernels between your toes. Otherwise, you can’t figger where you is. Don’t knows xactly how he found our scrap of paradise but I reckon he won’t be stayin long. Billy Bets’ll see to that. Yep. He’ll wander on down there, talk a spell. For you can say, “Let’s have us a bar-be-cue,” there’ll be fresh meat for the grill.

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Today Pegman took us to Dubai. Here is my 150-word story about that opulent city.


So much water. Blue as a single droplet clinging to a spike of grass. Bluer than my mother’s favorite cotton dress. And, sometimes, testier than my father. I suppose it would be advantageous to thank you for bringing me to your city of bright lights and big money, for once you loved me. Me a skinny, black-skinned girl from Darfur where water is as precious as your golden rings and diamonds. I remember the afternoon we met. Do you? I had walked five miles to draw water from the borehole, been raped by two Janjaweed soldiers. No, I correct myself, Janjaweed beasts. You, collector of rarities, saw beyond the bruises on my face, into my heart of kindness, or so you said. Now? I am too dark. Too primitive. Too stupid. I carry your child yet you send me back. Do not worry. You might find the Nazar in time.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazar_(amulet)

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Today Pegman took us on a trip to Guatemala. The pictures reminded me of my recent trip to Peru. Thanks! Pegman (a.k.a – k. rawson)

You have taken me on one wild ride.
But it’s over.
As of today, this minute,
we are no longer entangled
like bad ideas that never meshed.

You loomed over me
thinking you were smarter, funnier
more attractive, more elegant
by far.
Saying I was wrong for you
even as you clung to me
like an itchy spider web.

Together we tore up friendships
collected lovers
discarded them
never thinking of the harm we’d done.
Always
Always
wanting more of what we should not have.
Attracting and crushing lives.

No more. We are finished.
I am tossing you out beside
the memories
of my broken heart.
You can no longer harm me.

And, no, I will not be kind
I wish you every evil
you bestowed on me.
Every curse you delivered to others.
No need to ask, I will tell you
I do not love you
anymore.

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Today Pegman transported us to Kanchanaburi, Thailand. Wouldn’t it be a fun place to visit in person?

Uncle Chai Son strung all the electrical wires in our city. Every single one. He delicately balanced a wobbly wooden ladder on the hood of his van then carefully climbed to the tippy-top in his too-big straw sandals before flinging wires this way and that until a whole neighborhood was electrified.
My cousins and I watched in awe – if we weren’t in school that is. Oh, yes Uncle Chai Son was the most amazing man we knew. When we accidentally mentioned Chai Son was a relative our classmate’s eyes grew wide. “No! You’re related to him?
Because Uncle was so amazing, government inspectors ignored the fact that the wires above the Wangthong Bungalow were a little off-center, perhaps bent? The guests had light, didn’t they? The day after the building burnt down – thank goodness only two people were slightly burned – Uncle Chai Son disappeared. Some people suggest that he, too, is now electrified.

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