Category: What Pegman saw

The dreary landscape, the rivers of blood which moistened it, the jackals that roamed freely in the dark searching for the wounded victims that nourished them day in and out – none of them occupied his thoughts now. He wondered how Stephanie and little Trey were. Did they miss him any more or had they moved ahead with their lives? Here he was anchored to a land he hated, all because of a guy who pushed big buttons which should have been out of his reach.

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.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Stavros. Your head is way high up in the clouds. Those mythology tales are bedtime stories for little children. Surely you are old enough by now to know this?”