Today Pegman walks through a St. Louis neighborhood.
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Since I chose the destination this week, I had no choice but to write a story. Right? Of course, right!
Even at 150 words…50 over my normal flashes, I found myself wishing for more. 😉 Below is my choice of prompt. It brought back some wonderful childhood memories.
Genre: Mostly Memoir-Some Fiction
Word Count: 150
Compared to our ranch-style house in Kansas City, George Weinberg’s two-story in St. Louis seemed a veritable palace. I looked forward to sojourns with our cousins in the early 1960’s.
Although George’s wife Carla, a German refugee, was generous and an impeccable housekeeper, her cooking left something to be desired—taste. We didn’t dare complain. Carla had survived unbelievable hardship and she meant well, but how can a person ruin hamburgers?
The summer I turned fifteen, Mom had dental surgery. Granting her request to be left alone, Dad took me to our favorite getaway for an overnight.
It was dark when he woke me. “There’s a great diner around the corner.”
Alas, Carla stood at the foot of the stairs, platter in hand. “Guten morgen!”
“Pancakes?” Dad’s stomach let out an audible whimper. “You shouldn’t have.”
“Nonsense. I should let my guests leave hungry?”
What’s the German word for ‘cowhide?’