Better Never Than Late – What Pegman Saw

2017-01-01

Google Street View of Burhanpur

“Wicked!”, she’d cried in amazement, examining the perfection of her newly-born son, Christopher.

“He seemed determined to be late,” said the nurse, “We were getting worried.”

As it happened, Christopher was late right throughout his life; late to become toilet-trained, late to walk, late to talk and, as he grew older, late for school.  He was late for just about every activity in which he was included (which, frankly, wasn’t that many).

He was however punctual on two occasions, the first being when, high on the castle ruins with a telescopic rifle, he carefully picked off at least thirty innocent tourists on the square below.

The last was after a police marksman had thoughtfully dispensed summary justice, and the late Christopher Jackson arrived on time for his own funeral.

A solitary mourner, his mother, stood by his grave and concurred with the newspapers; her only son had indeed been wicked.

Sorry to be late joining the party at What Pegman Saw – you know what Sundays are like…  🙂  Click on the blue frog to add your 150 word story, or to read what others have seen in the Google street views.  That extra 50 words over and above Friday Fictioneers takes some getting used to.

About Sandra

I cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and write fiction and poetry. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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21 Responses to Better Never Than Late – What Pegman Saw

  1. Dear Sandra,

    You’ve put into words what every mother must think in that moment. While my son, Christian was always late for everything, including his own birth, I’m happy to say he’s a well adjusted young man. But I wonder what goes through the head of a woman whose misfortune it is to have given birth to such a monster. As always, you show up and show us all how it’s done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. k rawson says:

    Wonderful, awful story. Quite the journey you’ve packed into so few words.

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  3. Really tight story here, Sandra. Excellent example of making the most of the genre’s limitations.

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    • Sandra says:

      Thank you, I’m glad I could make it this week. Sunday’s one of those days when you’ve either nothing to do or there are not enough hours in the day for what you have to do. Today wasn’t exactly the former, hence the lateness, but at least not as frantic as recently.

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  4. Sue says:

    And I would say you are a wicked storyteller!

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  5. Iain Kelly says:

    Excellent story, didn’t end up where I expected it to go. Well done Sandra.

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  6. I love him being on time to his own funeral. It actually made me chuckle (does that make me wicked?) An excellent take on the prompt.

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  7. DebraB says:

    Very moving. I feel for the mother. It’s hard to imagine what that must fee like.

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  8. I try to remember that even the worst humans had someone who once cared about them. I don’t know why that helps me but it keeps me human I think. That probably doesn’t make any sense. More coffee,
    Tracey

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  9. Dahlia says:

    Loved the take on the prompt and ‘on time for his funeral’ – excellent 😀

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  10. Dear Sandra, as it is, I am a great fan of your writings. This one was excellent. All of us learn a lot from your tight and masterful prose.

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