There is a road some fifty-three miles NNE of New York City with a strange reputation. This week, Pegman has stranded you there.Volumes have been written about Clinton Road in West Milford, NJ, but you only need to write 150 words. The only limit is your imagination.Feel free to capture your own streetview. If you’re not up to a weird tale, feel free to wander anywhere within the state of New Jersey for your story.Once your 150 words are polished, you can share with other contributors using the Linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun!
While the photo below is taken from the Pegman Buffet, I must confess, despite the directives, I didn’t stay in New Jersey. I went to Rickey Road in Raytown, Missouri, where, as with Clinton Road, the stories abound.
Genre: Fictionalized Memoir
Word Count: 150
WOODSMOKE AT TWILIGHT
I looked forward to my troop’s wilderness excursions. Had it not been for scouting, I might never have seen the great outdoors beyond my backyard. My parents, while not religiously observant, adhered to the eleventh commandment—“Jews don’t camp.”
Overnights were the best. Following an afternoon of dodging poison ivy and climbing hills, we’d gather around the campfire. Our mouths and fingers gooey from roasted marshmallows, we topped off the day with ghost stories about the infamous and spooky Rickey Road.
“My uncle found a man’s head in the grass,” said Lucy in a loud whisper.
“Ooooooo,” we’d giggle. “Gross!”
Margo’s cheeks glowed in the blaze. “It opened its eyes and screamed, ‘I want my golden arm!’”
Our childish imaginations kicked into overdrive. Each storyteller sought to outdo the last.
Back home in my own bed, I wouldn’t sleep for a month without a nightlight.
I miss those good times.