What Pegman Saw : The Bone House

‘How long has he lived here?’ called Taylor.

Baruti shrugged, sandals slapping on leathery feet. His easy gait and slim frame made Taylor feel huge and awkward, an elephant beside a gazelle.

‘Could be an indicator of how far -‘

A hot wind blew up the valley and there it was – the same sound in Philadelphia, Bologna, Yekaterinburg. A wind chime made of bones.

‘There,’ said Baruti.

On top of the hill, a large hut on stilts.

‘Did he make that?’ said Taylor.

Forester had been an accountant, the least practical man Taylor ever met. But many of the sufferers had developed new skills. The virus’s capacity to construct new neural pathways in the brain was the reason he was there. One reason.

Baruti was already hurrying away, dust swallowing him.

Taylor checked the comforting swell of the Beretta under his jacket and pressed on.

 


Written for What Pegman Saw, the writing prompt that uses Google Street View as its inspiration. This week, we’re in Botswana. See here to join in, share and comment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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18 thoughts on “What Pegman Saw : The Bone House

  1. What an intriguing story! Forester must have become one scary person to frighten away the locals so effectively…How useful would the Beretta have been, I wonder?

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    1. Perhaps the gun is more a comfort than of practical use – I think he’s gone to investigate and do some tests more than anything, the gun would be a last resort. Thank you very mush Penny

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  2. Oh, mystery. I like. It also interests that you’ve invented a virus that opens new pathways (but maybe that’s because a virus closed lots of mine and forging new ones have been . . . exciting.)

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    1. I think it’s a real possibility that if there was such a virus, pharmaceutical companies would try to research it, try to exploit its mind expanding potential, trying to ignore the fact it killed people. Thanks for reading Crispina.

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      1. If it’s profitable, why fuss over a small concern such as its lethal effects upon people, or animals, or plants; as long as it doesn’t kill their bank accounts!

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  3. I love the sense of a really big canvas suggested by just your few brush strokes, a tease of a prologue to front a gripping piece of speculative fiction. Your neural pathways are sparking as brightly as ever!

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    1. Ah, thank you Chris! Not sure you’re right – my neural pathways feel clogged with gunk these days 🙂 – but I’ll take your kind words and value them. Thank you very much

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  4. I felt completely drawn in – to the remoteness, the subtle hints of very frightening events. Loved the way that the bone wind chimes convey the mood. Your story could be a novel- great story telling.

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