
Every day Cisco sat in the Plaza De Armas, overlooked by the Cathedral and the Jesuit Iglesia.
When drizzle speckled his lashes he pulled up his hood. When the sun blazed he did the same, ignoring the children selling day trips to the mountains or alpaca wool hats. The young hawkers would stare with their deep, curious eyes before scurrying after tourists with deep pockets.
All the while, he’d try to keep the same scene running through his mind and when his rumbling stomach or stiff limbs distracted him, guilt would descend like a cloud. Because how else would God know what he wanted – what his family needed – if he couldn’t keep the image clear in his head?
The kitchen at home. Mama at the stove. The scent of chilli chicken.
Papa walking in through the back door, face wide with a smile.
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Written for What Pegman Saw, the prompt that uses Google Street View as its jumping off point. See here to join in and to read other tales.
Hi Lynn! That’s nice, a warm ending…seems, no darkness here for the time being…glad to hear from you again and hope you’re well! Happy spring to you and the family.
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Thank you Bill! Happy spring to you too 🙂
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Cheers Lynn!
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Lovely piece. You can almost smell the food. Thanks for coming by!
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Thank you Josh
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Beautifully done… All the wishing and praying in the world will do nothing if he doesn’t also work for it 😉
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How very right you are. Thank you Dale
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🙂
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Such an ache in the ending. Beautifully evoked–I could see, and smell, and feel it all!
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Thanks so much Karen. Glad you felt it worked 🙂
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The young boy’s wishes allow us to view how distraught his life. Only a story, micro at that, yet I felt moved by it. .
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Thanks so much Crispina
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Pleasure 🙂
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That’s a boy praying his heart out! Beautifully told.
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Thanks so much Andrea
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