This week Pegman goes to Guyana, South America. Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by this week’s location. Feel free to use the image supplied with the prompt, or zoom in to Guyana on Google Maps and find your own inspiration. Warning, there are not a lot of photo spheres, but the more you zoom around the more you’ll find.
Once your piece is polished, share it with others at the link up below. You may contribute, poetry, prose, or essay–or whatever the location inspires you to write. Reading and commenting is part of the fun!
The following is an expanded version of a story I posted 4 years ago in Friday Fictioneers. For those of us who remember…let us never forget.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 150
Like a frightened animal, the girl huddled in the darkest corner of an abandoned shack on the beach. I offered her refuge in my winter home in Bridgetown. After much coaxing she accepted.
“Where are your parents?” I asked. “Do they know where you are?”
She fell into my arms, shaking with anguished sobs. “Dead. Everyone’s dead.”
I embraced her, unable to stem my own tears. “You’re safe now.”
“He promised us a rainbow family in Paradise,” she whispered the next day over lunch.
“We saw the bastard on the news. How did you escape?”
“I told the guard Father wanted flowers for the meeting. I hid under bushes all day, ran all night and then stole a fishing boat. I floated a long time.” She licked her blistered lips.
“Scorcher today.” My husband burst onto the patio, pitcher in hand. “Kool-Aid anyone?”
“No, thank you.” She choked. “Not ever.”