What Pegman Saw : Becoming

This week, Pegman takes us to the Sambor Prei Kuk Temple in Cambodia.


 

Thursday 4th April 1901

The sun is setting. Naive European as I was – not now, after everything that’s happened – I imagined the evenings would bring some relief, some respite in which energies could be restored. Now, when I lie under my roof of sagging canvas – mosquito nets hung around me like a cocoon – I feel the nights are as hot as the days, hotter even. No respite. Never that here.

It is at night that the forest yearns to overtake the temple, snaking back over the leafy ground and that circle of bare earth cleared by Chanda and the other men. I imagine her – the Forest – sending out her lieutenants – gibbons, snakes, that velvet pawed assassin the tiger – to reclaim what I have stolen.

The men are gone. Have I written that before? I am losing track.

It occurs to me – if the nets are my cocoon, what am I becoming?

 


Written for What Pegman Saw, a lovely prompt using Google Streetview as its source. See here to join in and to read the other tales.

 

31 thoughts on “What Pegman Saw : Becoming

    1. Well, Kelvin, what a truly lovely comment! I am drawn by the theme, those explorers losing their minds to a nature they think they can master and can’t. Thank you so much for reading and leaving such a kind comment

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  1. Splendid final image you’ve given us here, Lynn, and as usual you’ve made the scenario so vivid I feel I’m there.

    (Curiously, apart from the tiger this could almost be a scene from one of the Dido Twite books!)

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    1. What no tigers for Dido to fight? 🙂 Thanks Chris. So glad you found the scene a vivid one. I suspect the cocoon and the changing may be of his own imagining, but real enough in its own way. Thanks for reading

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  2. I imagine her – the Forest – sending out her lieutenants – gibbons, snakes, that velvet pawed assassin the tiger – to reclaim what I have stolen. How I wish I’d thought of this line. It is beautiful, as is your entire journal entry. More please!

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  3. What are you becoming, indeed! Had me in the grips of your story’s vine today. Remembering nights on the islands wrapped in mosquitto netting, and praying that the local lizard-life’s did not find a way to creep in…. and hot.. humid… yeah, I remember that, too. Thanks for the memory, btw.

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  4. I wonder, wiill your protagonist be conquered by the nature around him, will he succumb to his own fears, or will he morph into a creature of the forest?
    Anything is possible when the ink squeezes from Lynn’s supernatural pen …
    Love it!

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  5. I imagine her – the Forest – sending out her lieutenants – gibbons, snakes, that velvet pawed assassin the tiger – to reclaim what I have stolen. I am delirious with joy. Have been reading all the comments and they are going ga ga over this superlative descriptive story.
    I am a huge, huge fan of your writings. But have i said that before. Well, i don;t care. I am just over the moon.
    Take a bow, Lynn.

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