The Perfect Blue


Pegman has taken us to Mars today and has stumbled upon an art enclave. Apparently there is life on the Red Planet and she’s a voracious artist. If you want to take an intergalactic journey with us come along and create your own flash fiction, just don’t leave the mother ship. What Pegman Saw.


Photo credit NASA

The Perfect Blue
by T. Delaplain

The paint fumes danced up her nostrils, she inhaled and the rush followed. The cerulean flowed from her brush as she swept it across the translucent canvas.

No rules on Mars, only art and an endless supply of humans. Continue Reading

Make Mine a Guinness

Pegman took a stroll around my favorite city, Dublin, and despite the beautiful and historically significant sites, the stick man found a Corona Light billboard. I try to be culturally sensitive but light beer in Ireland?

Ridiculous!

I will not drink Corona, not with my feet in sand, not with pesos in my hand. I will not drink it any time. Not even with a bright key lime.

That being said, join me for a pint and some flash fiction with Pegman.

Make Mine A Guinness
by T. Delaplain

“Gimme a pint Paddy.”
“I’ll build it for ya Mick, let me get rid of the Yank drinking Mexican horse piss, kids today wouldn’t know their Guinness from their Smithwick.”
“No rush, herself is at a hen party for Mrs. Shea tonight. I told the Mrs. she was too old to be chasing the craic. Not the proper thing at all for an old girl. Imagine remarrying when Declan ain’t been dead but two years. A saint, I say. He never let a man raise a pint alone. They say it was the drink that took him, but I think it was the naggin’. It’ll be a cold day in hell when a man cain’t raise a Guinness without a fuss in Ireland.”
“I can see the bottom of that glass, can I start ya another, Mick?”
“No, thank ya kindly, I promised herself I’d have but one and I ain’t about confessing otherwise on Sunday.”
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I’ll be confessing to Dr. Seuss himself for that bad poetry. We will be raising a pint for St. Paddy’s Day in Loreto, Mexico next week. Believe it or not, we have an Irish born brew master in town so we’ll toast with a stout and dance to a Mexican/Celtic band.


Integratron Me (Pegman Saw it Too)

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Integratron Me
by T. Delaplain

“It is my sincere hope that you enjoyed the TED talk and our walk through the electrostatic arc. I expect you to feel renewed and invigorated from your resonance sound experience. Mr. Tassel, having recently returned from outer space will be available to answer all questions concerning cellular rejuvenation and immortality. It’s safe to say having returned to us posthumously that he can be considered an expert in his field.

All participants will receive the usual probe before leaving the geomagnetic fields, so please loosen your undergarments. In conclusion, never underestimate Integratron’s multi-frequency electrostatic charger for the human body, which Van and I can personally attest to, will leave you with youthful vigor. Go forth, be vigorous, maybe consider extra fiber and a stool softener for a few days post probing and give generously to our time travel fund. Please don’t hesitate to donate over and above our usual and customary bargain fee of ten thousand dollars. The men in black are ready to receive you now.”

Call me a believer this is what Pegman and I saw in the sky above the remains of George Van Tassel’s Integratron.

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And these are photos circa 1950’s with the same cloud. Coincidence? I think Not!

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Take a walk with Pegman around Lander California. What do you see? Write about it and share. The challenge can be found here.

Quiet Enough

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Photo credit goes to Google’s Pegman. I take credit for the wandering. Take a walk with us. What do you see? You can find the coordinates for this week’s “What Pegman Saw” prompt here.

Quiet Enough

by T. Delaplain

On any given day your words would careen off the walls, slicing through our happiness with the precision of a surgeon. “Sam shush. Leave him home. He doesn’t understand. India is too much for him.” And of course what you meant was, “Why me? Why my child? Why autism?”

I packed Sam’s books and ear plugs and we slipped away after dark without disturbing your peace.

Sam and I wandered through India, both of us lost, both of us found: the jarring noise, the spices mingled with the garbage, the mass of humanity and a cacophony of completely overwhelming bliss. Our day at Shahi Qila Burhanpur paled in comparison.
“Mom,” Sam tugged my sleeve, “Let’s go home and tell Dad. He’ll be safe here. We will find the quiet places in India. Quiet enough for chipmunks. Quite enough for Dad.”

What Pegman Saw : A Stray Kindness

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Photo credit@ ¬†Google’s Pegman took a walk in Edinburgh.

For guidelines and rules for the What Pegman Saw weekly writing prompt, visit the home page.

I rarely write a preface to my work and I never apologize for my muse (or my abuse of the word limit) but this fiction deals with a mature adult subject. I am reminded that kindness doesn’t have to come with a fancy label and we should applaud kindness in its many forms.

A Stray Kindness

by T. Delaplain

That shiner’s gonna need ice. You been out long, got anywhere to go? Come on then, I’ve gotta back door friend at the pub around the corner. He’ll have ice and he’s a sucker for strays. Continue Reading