The wanderer

Patrick sighed at the hot sun as he moved on the barren piece of land over which the toughest of the grass struggled to survive on. It was a war, Patrick decided, between the unforgiving sun and the hard land on one side and the puny, stunted and yet unyielding blades of grass on the other.

As he made yet another sweep of the same path, he wondered again his fascination with this place. He had been a fisherman right on the shore adjacent to this piece of land for  half a century before he had gone out with the tide.

Even now, when he could no longer trod on the ground, he couldn’t help but be addicted to his habit of unseen spying on the conversations of his old mates.

“Pat was a fighter, but the capricious Pacific was just too much for him after all!”

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. Using the 360 degree view of the location provided, you must write a piece of flash fiction of no more than 150 words. You can read the rules here.

You can see details of my recently published book, Maya & the Mind Mystics here.

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