What Pegman Saw : Where I began

Today Pegman walks through  Portal, ND


 

Mum told me the place was called Railway Avenue.

When I was a kid lying on my bunk, pillow wrapped round my head to block the shouting, I imagined what it was like. A countryside lane, maybe, with a redbrick station and a flower bed, the town name picked out in yellow begonias. Maybe the line had long closed, leaving the grass to grow tall between the sleepers, with only the field mice left to follow the old ways.

When she finally kicked me out, I packed a bag and hiked there just to see, just to know the place where I began. I found a truck stop, a rundown cafe surrounded by wide open tracts of churned up dirt grubby with engine oil.

It made me smile. I was sixteen and it seemed right that my life began somewhere where even hope couldn’t survive.

 


Written for What Pegman Saw, a great writing prompt inspired by Google Streetview. See here to join in and to read the other tales.

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16 thoughts on “What Pegman Saw : Where I began

  1. pillow wrapped round my head to block the shouting – this line says so very much!
    When she finally kicked me out – this one even more
    then boom – it seemed right that my life began somewhere where even hope couldn’t survive
    This piece is stunning all the way around.

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