What Pegman Saw : Three weeks out of Resolute


The twins were the first to reach the shoreline, barreling through the snow like ploughs, kicking up the powder with heavy boots.

The rest of us followed at our own speed, striding,  limping, managing best we could with whatever loads or injuries we laboured under.

Nanty and I were the last, she leaning heavily on my arm, though she was no burden – the weight had dropped from her since we left Resolute. Her chest rattled as if her ribs were loose – a bone wind chime, she joked.

‘You see it, Bea?’ she gasped, eyes sparkling. ‘You see it?’

I saw it – a bank of grey cloud, solid as a raft, sitting on the distant water line.

‘Just as I dreamed it,’ she whispered.

Just as we’d all dreamed it, every night for the last seven weeks. Nanty saw salvation, the others hope. What did I see?


Written for What Pegman Saw, the writing prompt that uses Google Street View as its starting point. This week, we visit Resolute in Canada. See here to join in, to read and comment on the other tales.

What do you think Bea sees? What could the others possibly see and what are they all running from? Answers on a postcard – or just pop them in the comments box.













31 thoughts on “What Pegman Saw : Three weeks out of Resolute

    1. Thanks so much! I think Bea is more sceptical than the others, but I’m not sure why. Perhaps she is just more cynical by nature, perhaps something happened to make her that way. Whichever, I think salvation is not going to be so easy. Thanks for reading 🙂


  1. You have a tremendous gift for descriptions that engage us and characters that fascinate us. I read that with complete delight at being present with your characters at that significant moment in their lives.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much Penny! Your encouraging comments always make me smile, make me want to write more! Glad this snapshot worked for you and thank you again for reading


  2. I’m at variance with your characters. If I saw some long darkness upon the horizon I’d think of tsunami. But then, this mayn’t be set on this world. Who knows.


      1. Maybe I’m influenced to the opposite view cos in one of my stories I use a similar sighting to presage disaster, But, whichever, yours is a good story


  3. a bank of grey cloud, solid as a raft, Yummy line.
    a bone wind chime. Ditto that
    This entire piece is full of anticipation, longing, friendship. So very well done. And you left me wondering about the relationship between the characters. Thank you.


    1. Thank you for reading and for the lovely comment. So glad you thought it worked well. Let’s hope there’s a happy ending for our adventurers.


  4. Dear Lynn,

    You took me to the water’s edge, trudging and limping, and left me there to wonder. Wonderfully developed characters. Ever so well done.




  5. Darn it, I deliberately didn’t post earlier so I could come back and see everything answered, but everything’s still up in the air! Okay, I’ll take a stab at it. You know I have a speculative mind, but as soon as you said that they’d all been dreaming of the same image for weeks, why, that sounds like something magic or supernatural to me. Some kind of prophesy, perhaps. If the others see salvation and hope, well, it seems Bea doesn’t share that. I wonder if she’s had some premonition that this vision presages some even worse turn in their fortunes. Perhaps (cue spooky music) she’s starting to suspect that someone — or something — has been luring them here, to this godforsaken place, and what she doesn’t even want to start wondering is… WHY.


    1. Exactly! The others are seeing something in the premonition that she isn’t, feeling something positive where she feels oppressed. And yes, something is luring them, but what and why I’m not quite sure. Exactly the way my mind went as I wrote it. Thanks Joy and thanks for speculating 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  6. Beautiful description of the struggle to reach shoreline. What does the cloud suggest? What was in her dream? I am new to this, that is why so many questions.


    1. Thank you. It is a problem with flash, that I get these images – little snapshots of story that feel right – but sometimes I’m as ignorant as to the full story as anyone reading 🙂 Thank you for taking the time to read and leave a comment


  7. I read an entire novel around this. Resolution wasn’t safe; nowhere is safe any more. The others have listened to rumours of a better place. They cling to hope, but Bea is a realist. She’s heard it all before.

    I like the bone wind chime. You seem to have an endless store of wonderful simile and metaphor.


    1. Thank you again, dear Jane. Yes, I had a look round on Streetview and what a bleak place Resolute is – it looks like the surface of the Moon, it’s so barren. I’m sure people survive well enough there, but I’d find it impossibly depressing. You’re right, Bea is a realist and I have a nasty feeling she’ll be proved right in the end. Glad you liked that metaphor you’re very kind indeed, my dear


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.