What Pegman Saw: An unforeseen event

Image : Google Street View

Stickler was talking into a mobile phone and didn’t see her enter the gallery. His hair was a shade greyer, she noticed, his jawline softened by the years.

He looked up at the scuff of her shoes. Those eyes hadn’t changed – Moss once said they held all the emotional depth of polished marble.

With a paper thin smile, Stickler beckoned her over. He muttered into the phone, ‘… the package could not be delivered within the agreed timescale. An unforeseen event occurred that was not factored in to the original calculations.’

An unforeseen event? She could almost feel Moss’s hand in hers, feel the last squeeze.

The phone clicked off. ‘I told you I didn’t want to meet here.’ He looked up. ‘Too many teeth.’

Prouse leaned into him, her lips against his ear. ‘And I told you – sometimes the minnow eats the shark. This is for Moss.’

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Written for What Pegman Saw, the prompt that uses Google Street View as its inspiration. This week we are in Manhattan, in the American Museum of Natural History. See here to join in and to read the other stories.

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22 thoughts on “What Pegman Saw: An unforeseen event

  1. Very well written story, Lynn. So clever the way you sneak in the knowledge that Moss has been assassinated, probably on Stickler’s orders. After all ‘last squeeze’ could simply mean the most recent squeeze, but the context tells it was terminal. And you make us sympathise with Prouse, who is certainly involved in a bloody and dangerous business and is just about to commit murder. Ahem. I hope she gets away with it!

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    1. Thank you Penny! Your reading as always is spot on. I hope she gets away with it too, though I suspect her own deeds will catch up with her in the end. Thanks for reading

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  2. Oooh… the hitman being hit…
    Loved the “Moss once said they held all the emotional depth of polished marble” which makes me think of a few actresses with dead eyes, like Elizabeth McGovern or Kirsten Dunst…
    So very well done.

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    1. Haha! I’ve always thought Andy McDowell fell into that category too, but perhaps we’re being too harsh? Love your reference though. Thank you Dale 🙂

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      1. Haha! Her eyes are slightly less dead but her face isn’t! LOL. She’s beautiful but blank.
        We are tough cookies, aren’t we? 😁

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  3. Oooh, I love this. I love your urban fantasy, your high fantasy, and your paranormal, Turns out you have a deft hand at writing thrillers too! I guess I love most everything you write.

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  4. Nice tension build up and masterful lead up to a murder, stopping short, without describing the act, at the moment of the plunge of the knife, or the shot of the gun, or the insertion of the hypodermic, without any lack of certainty as to its lethality and the fact that it happened. Very predatory vibe here, stalking her prey. Love the comparison of the eyes to marble, in their dearth of emotion. It really brings home how cruel he must be, how deserving of his fate. And the imagined squeeze of the dead one’s hand sends chills and makes the act seem all but inevitable. Good stuff!

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  5. Dear Lynn,

    When you mentioned this could be a prequel to your Littler Girl Lost story, I had to come see for myself. Yes, I can see it. You might be onto a much much larger story. Hope you’ll have a go at it. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Aw, thank you Rochelle! It’s really kind of you to pop back and read this story as well. Perhaps I’ll try to work something up. I quite enjoy a little thriller! Thank you again

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