Tag Archives: What Pegman Saw

What Pegman Saw: The Lie

Posted on October 14, 2019 by crispina kemp

Twenty years he held to that lie. Twenty years and not a slip in his words. Until his dear “friend” died. Told me he was going to Washington to see his mother, who was ailing. In truth, he went shark … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: My Horsehead Fiddle

Posted on October 7, 2019 by crispina kemp

Sükhe regarded the dead body of his once-perfect white horse… and wailed louder than the wind that tore o’er the land. The hand of his neighbour’s lord was in that. All that day, Sükhe wept, his father despairing he’d ever … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Wishy’s Treasure

Posted on September 30, 2019 by crispina kemp

Mist-veiled, Wishy sat on the rock and sobbed. Look what they’re doing! Robbing her of her sacred gifts. Who are these men anyway, grubbing around in her lake now the water level’s down? Didn’t they know the curses they brought … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Pale Beasts from the Sea

Posted on September 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

I remember when Sedna sent us the pale beasts. “Why’d she do that,” Yuta clawed at Ahnah. Ahnah shrugged. “But you’re the wise woman, you ought to know.” “Wise woman I might be, but I’m not Sedna to be in … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: A Gift From Kianda

Posted on September 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

Craig boarded that plane with heavy heart. Ten years he had worked with Brendon. Saudi, Oman, Sarawak, and now Angola. Separately they applied for the contracts and separately they won them. But this was their last contract together. Why hadn’t … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: The Merlion

Posted on September 9, 2019 by crispina kemp

The winds howled. Fierce lightning flashed through the sky. In their fright, the moon and stars hid behind the inky clouds. The waves crashed higher, higher. The fisher-folk of Temasek, terrified, prayed harder, harder. And from the southern waters rose … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Naga-Loka

Posted on September 2, 2019 by crispina kemp

Little Mimi sits on the bank, sucking her thumb and looking glum. “Little One,” says the monk who sits beside her, “have you lost your coin?” She shakes her head. “No. I’m praying.” The monk looks behind him at the … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: High on Her Mid-Summer Feast-Day

Posted on August 26, 2019 by crispina kemp

See the Pole, how it’s rooted in soil… See how it stretches high See the Wheel rotating upon it… See how it turns the sky See the Eagle with wings outspread… See the Earth sheltering beneath it See the Court … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: It’s a Wharf, I Tell You

Posted on August 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

“Hey! Lassie?” The white-suited punter at the far end of the counter beckoned Becky over. If he intended to hit on her… But perhaps she maligned him. Looks of his face, he needed advice on after-sun care. She checked that … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Taffy’s Homebrew

Posted on August 12, 2019 by crispina kemp

She’d told Jeff she didn’t want Taffy’s homebrew beer. And he’d answered, “You wanted to come with us, be one of the fellas, so you’ll drink that beer.” Fine. Except Jeff and his mates were used to Taffy’s homebrew, and … Continue reading →

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