The Gift of the Gab – What Pegman Saw

Dublin

“You’re not my type… push off.”

He trailed after her, undeterred.

“I don’t know why I’ve got this reputation, I’m an OK kind of guy.  I commit to people.”

“I heard you’d shag road-kill if it were still warm,” she snapped.

He spread his palms in mock indignation.  “It was just one sheep… for Pete’s sake.”

He grinned; she didn’t.

Undaunted, he wagged his finger at her.  “And you mean was warm.”

Her expression was positively glacial.

“Subjunctive not your strong point then?”

He stared blankly, something stirring deep in his memory.  “Oh yeah, right, sorry.”  He hung his head. “I left school when my parents died, to look after the other kids…”

She bit her lip, looking guilty.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… well, maybe one drink then…”

Just a matter of finding the right bait, he thought, admiring her ass on the way back to the bar.


What Pegman Saw is a google-based blog dedicated to the 150 word story – why not give it a try?  Thanks to Karen Rawson for hosting this weekend get-together.  This story is an embellishment of a four year old Friday Fictioneer story; the extra 50 words offered the opportunity to embrace one of my favourite grammatical issues.  😉

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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18 Responses to The Gift of the Gab – What Pegman Saw

  1. Iain Kelly says:

    I’m not sure I like him, and not just because he struggles with subjunctives! Does have the gift of the gab though! Nicely done Sandra.

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  2. k rawson says:

    What a rogue. Love how you’ve made the story do double-time.

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  3. The master manipulator. Amazing, since the bit about the sheep clearly missed its mark. Nicely told.

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  4. I wouldn’t of fallen for that load of shite. I’d a been off to find the real craic, meself.
    🍀👸🏻🍀
    Tracey

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  5. I heard you’d shag road-kill if it were still warm Oh! Sandra! that line made me laugh. I think they both might be in for a wild ride.

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  6. What a master of his art! Sandra, reading you will always be a pleasure.

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  7. Dear Sandra,

    He’s a slick operator, if not a slimy little bastard. Well written. (And I should be surprised?)

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  8. Lynn Love says:

    Twisted little devil. Someone told me recently that some men use the line that they’re ‘not very good with girls’ as a way to bait the empathetic and unwary, just as this manipulative piece of work has. Let’s hope it comes crashing round his ears. Great tale Sandra

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  9. Sarah Ann says:

    Love the dialogue and characters. Indeed he does have a gift.

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