What Pegman Saw: Buckhorn Iowa
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SATAN’S PLAYGROUND
By Neel Anil Panicker
‘Hey Oscar, let’s investigate. It says Satan’s Playground’.
The two friends looked at one another as the sun’s rays receded from above their temples, slipping past the corner side street where they stood, their hands__tender and tucked inside over-sized pockets, a mere furlong from where they lived.
As the shadows darkened an eerie silence hung all over the derelict place.
“No ways. Uncle Tom’s warned us not to get anywhere close to this building. Says it’s infested with demons.”
‘What a load of crap! I’m going in, you sissy. I aint afraid’.
Oscar watched, his heart thumping faster than an unhinged yo-yo, fear writ large over his twelve-year-old face.
A jaunty pull over nonexistent fence, a clumsy hop and a skip thereafter, and Jonathan had swaggered in through the crumbling façade of the two storied ghostly post office.
By the time the screams erupted, Oscar had collapsed to the ground.
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Oh no, he collapsed from fear outside? Jonathan is in real trouble. Tense and really captures the way kids will urge one another one. Great to see you, Neel!
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Looks like Jonathan has got himself into a bit of a spot.
The pleasure is always mine. Thanks K.
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Dear Neel,
Some places should be left alone. But kids are kids and they are prone to explore their world by doing stupid things. 😉 You’ve captured this well.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS “writ large over…” took me out. I believe “written” would be the proper choice. Aside from that…I do so enjoy your writing and the progress I’ve seen over the past year.
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Thanks for the high praise and that too coming from the high priestess of flash fiction.
I meant written, it just sneaked through in typo.
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