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I shrink farther beneath my hood. Just another pilgrim. Stretching my senses for her, my hope wilts. As though she’d actually be here, unlike the last hundred places.
It was a good guess, though: the temple where it all began. The original was torn down two centuries ago, and a heathen one built over it, and another atop that. Only the garden plinths remain. I remember the statues of prophets they held, and the last prophet, our Eq. They leveled his first, when we failed.
I should leave a note. I locate her favorite, the statue she and Urlan used to hide behind. With a glowing finger I sign my current location. My finger twitches, miming the sign for love. With Urlan dead, why shouldn’t I…?
Someone shouts, asks what I’m doing. I shamble away from the seemingly untouched stones.
Maybe it’s best. Something unsaid for so long grows unsayable.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Thanks as always to Karen and Josh for hosting. This week Pegman takes us to Varanasi, India. Click on the link to see what other interesting parts of the area other writers were inspired by, and maybe you’ll be inspired to write your own story!
This character is someone from a much longer short story I’m currently revising, with a long and fairly complicated history, only a small slice of which is hinted at here. I’m curious to see how this is interpreted and how much of his story comes across.
Most interesting story, Joy. Makes me want to find out more.
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Thanks Dale! Well, if I ever get this longer story published, you might get the chance!
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I love how your stories hint at so much more. Great job.
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Thanks Louis! In this case I feel like I’m cheating, because there are over 3000 words of “more” in another, longer story. It was fun to imagine a scene that’s only hinted at in that story.
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Love this, Joy. I sense a complex story of love and pain beneath these 150 words.
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Thank you Crispina, glad you enjoyed it! Yes, he’s had a few hundred years of love and pain at this point, and it’s just getting worse, poor guy.
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Aye, for how long might we suffer the pangs of separation before deciding it must end,
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His love and pain goes beyond Zara. He’s also lost his mentor Eq, been exiled and reviled by his tribe (falsely) as a traitor, and watched his best friend Urlan die. So for a long time he had a bad case of “best friend’s girl,” then Urlan died (hard to do for an immortal, but he managed). Then while he was waiting for Zara to stop grieving and maybe consider him… she’s disappeared. Which isn’t like her, so he’s worried she’s injured or trapped or worse.
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Super story, Joy. What a long, patient love the pilgrim has held. Your last sentence is so poignant, I can’t help hoping that he will find a way of telling her how he feels. Beautifully written!
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Thanks Penny! I rewrote that last line several times, so I’m glad the final version worked. In the longer story this is based on, he still hasn’t found her yet, so he hasn’t had the chance. But now I am considering writing more stories about him — that’s what happens when you get so sucked into a character’s life. So who knows?
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I know what you mean about getting sucked into a character’s life. I feel quite sad now I’ve finished the first draft of my novel “The Owl on the Pergola”, and won’t have the pleasure of seeing my main character develop further as a person (unless I write a sequel, of course…).
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If it’s just the first draft, you’ll still have plenty of opportunity to further explore the character in your revisions and learn more about him or her. But of course, a sequel is a possibility too!
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Like the ruins before, being built over again and again – why should love not do the same?
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Ooh, I like where you went with that, nice – thanks for the great comment, James!
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Overflowing with emotion. The last line slayed me. I want to know more!
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Thank you, Karen, it’s lovely to hear it evoked that response! I did give a little more info in my comment above, to Crispina. But clearly I’ll have to finish revising the story and get it published so you can see the rest!
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Oh, so much undercurrent in this tale. Like others, I want to know more.
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Thanks Alicia, that’s so nice to hear! It makes me want to know more, too. Maybe I’ll need to write additional short stories for this character, really dive into all these parts of his life. 🙂
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Great story, Joy, and excellent use of the prompt image. You’ve managed to pack so much into so few words. The intriguing story line readily drew me in and made me want to know more. I’ve never come across this challenge, but it looks like one i should bear in mind for when I eventually get back to writing flash.
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Thanks Millie! I feel a bit like I’m cheating on this one, because I already have a 3000 word story about this character and his history, so I had quite the head start.
I would strongly recommend the What Pegman Saw challenge — it has quickly become my favorite. Largely because it’s so flexible: the location is chosen, but then you can “cruise around” in street view or find individual photographers’ 360 views, and not only learn about the area but also choose just the right image that inspires you. So you can do modern urban stories, or historical fiction, or like me, find a bit of space that doesn’t have any modern or specific indicators and write secondary-world fantasy. Plus I always learn so much more about the area by reading the other writers’ stories and their notes.
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It does sound great, Joy, and as soon as I find time to write more flash fiction, I’ll definitely have a go at this one. It was good to read some of your again, though. 😀
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Intriguing and engaging. I like the pacing especially.
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Thanks Josh — I hadn’t even paid attention to the pacing, so I’m especially glad it worked.
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A powerful piece crammed with history, naturally. I felt the longing, the shades of regret, the acceptance of the viewpoint character, along with the restrained power held in check within them. A wonderful Saturday early morning read, fresh from sleep. Thank you, Joy, it was a… joy.
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Thanks for the great comment, Kelvin, I really appreciate it! it’s wonderful hearing that someone besides me saw all of that in those few words. Your feedback is inspiring me to write more about this character, which is good, because I’m supposed to be revising the longer story for my writers’ critique group tomorrow.
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My pleasure. And yours. Good luck.
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Aw, that’s a sad, ending…a feeling buried so long just can’t survive exposure to the air, can it?
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Yes, exactly. He’s been hiding his unrequited love for her for literally centuries at this point, first when she was with his best friend, and later when his best friend died, and ever since then… All those times he might have said something and didn’t. What’s one more time? Thanks for reading, Jean!
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