What Pegman Saw – Fukushima, Japan

This photo prompt is part of the “What Pegman Saw“.  Visit if you are so inclined.

 

Shidey sat comfortably in the cushioned seat of his new, well kinda new, Schwinn two-wheeler.  He was doing that no-hands pedaling, just leaning back enjoying the view riding.  And, what a view it was!  Fukushima, Japan, 2041.  He had been here with his parents when the alarms sounded.  There were no real bunkers in this radioactive city.  They had done all they could, hiding in a building as full of metal as they could find.

The bombs had been aimed carefully, many had gotten through defenses.  The entire world was racked by the worst devastation man had dealt out.  Earth was a forgiving mistress, but, this time, she allowed Mankind to reach to about  1/2% before letting him live.

Shidey looked at the two-headed birds and the five-footed cat.  He found it both strange and wonderful that this already radioactive city was now one of the few refuges left on the planet.

 

Word Count:  150

Namaste,

Scott

Tropical Paradise – What Pegman Saw

What Pegman Saw is  run by Rawson and Carroll.,  and is a wonderful way to keep your writing skills honed.  1 picture, not 1,000 words, just 150, to tell a full story, beginning, middle, and end.

He sat quietly on the sandy shore, the white grains sticking to his hot feet. He looked over the beach at this angelic paradise. He thought of the beautiful, dancing women, the exotic, local food, the wildness of the evening parties. They filled his thoughts all during the daylight hours, except for when he slept. Ah, but then, he dreamed. Those dreams never captured the truth of the enjoyment, of the primitiveness, of the pure joy that flowed from them. But those were gone.

Now, it was approaching night. The daydreams and sleep were gone, gone with the light. Now, darkness would settle in…and the nightmare would really begin. As if on cue, a high-whining cry pierced the peaceful quiet. He was up and moving, moving until morning.

Word Count: 128  See the others and add yours here> What Pegma Saw

Namaste,

Scott