What Pegman Saw: Death of a swimmer

Image: Google Street View

Charles swam every morning, whether the sea was ruffled by breeze or chopped to spiky breakers, baby-bath warm or prickling with ice.

A veteran, some said, though there seemed little evidence for that aside from his upright bearing and buffed shoes.

He rarely spoke, would only nod at the post mistress and the baker, Gerard, though neither knew what they had done to deserve the honour.

During the years he lived in Roscanvel, Charles held no more than ten conversations and afterwards, no-one could agree on whether he lisped or if his false teeth clicked when he spoke.

When Simone found his body on the shingle one late-frost morning in May, she was disturbed enough to shake as she described the scene. But not enough to cry without imagining her own mother’s death.

All the residents were at a loss at to why anyone would murder Charles.

All, except one.

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Written for What Pegman Saw, the prompt that uses Google Street View as its starting point. This week, we visit Roscanvel in Brittany. See here to join in.

10 thoughts on “What Pegman Saw: Death of a swimmer

  1. Fabulous, Lynn. Beautiful description throughout, and that detail about Simone having to imagine the death of her own mother to cry at Charles’ funeral is simply brilliant!

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  2. You’ve hooked me again, Lynn — what an intriguing man of mystery! And yes indeed, there’s always at least one person who knows why the victim was murdered, good point. I like the detail that he only nods at those two people, and even they don’t know why they get that honor. Or perhaps one of them is lying about that, AHA!

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