This week Pegman takes us to Wroclaw, Poland
Feel free to stroll around the area using the Google street view and grab any picture you choose to include in your post. Note that there is both streetview and photospheres at this location.
FALLEN
by
Kelvin M. Knight
This was the building Danek saw in his prayers. Since breaking those chains of his ego, since emptying himself of falseness, the number sixty-seven had filled his prayerfulness. This building would reveal his true purpose: why Mother named him “God is my judge”.
Danek approached the building’s entrance cautiously. In an area full of colour, filling with hope, the brown bricks turning white like fermenting faeces repulsed him. Pinching his nostrils, he squinted at the graffiti until spotting a repeating word: aniolek.
‘Little angel?’ He regarded the towering doorway that was more suited to nephillim than cherubs.
Pedestrians regarded Danek with disdain. When he held empty palms to the doors and the heavy wood thumped open, they scurried away.
Bowing his head, Danek entered the candlelit interior. His nose crinkled at the stench of excrement and home brewed vodka. That devil fuel.
‘Cześć,’ he sang. ‘I’m here to help.’
(150 words)
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I see him so vividly, but it’s what is really in his heart that worries me. And I see I’m not the only one. Intriguing character!
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Thanks, Karen . Yes intriguing… complicated.. I guess so . Thanks for commenting
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What stinking mess you’ve got me in now, your story was so realistically descriptive, the peg’s stuck on my nose, Help !!
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Ah ha Ivor, my pegman, it is such a becoming look!! Thanks for reading and commenting. Hope the land down under is warmer today.
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A least my new poems I’m writing, don’t have the word frozen in them……
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Or frostbite?! I am glad to hear it, Ivor, glad you are chillin 😎
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Excellent and vividly told piece. I agree with Rochelle about the allegorical tone.
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Thank you so much Josh. I enjoyed yours too – always do – just can’t leave you a comment on your blog saying so.
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Just plain weird. Good write.
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Thank you Jelli – strangeness and goodness a grand mixture!
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I don’t think I’d follow him in there. Something wicked this way comes. And I too wonder which side this Danek walks on.
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You could be right, Alicia. And I think Danek wonders too. Thanks for taking the time to tap in your comments. I appreciate them.
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As Rochelle said, I wonder which “side” he’s on? The phrase “fermenting faeces” made me cringe 🙂
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So sorry for cringing – I collect my dogs jobs and they do like to go white and furry when left unattended! 😳
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Dear Kelvin,
I sense a bit of allegory in your story. 😉 I only hope his purpose is to shed light in the darkness rather than to succumb to the darkness. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ah ha, you may indeed be right, Rochelle. Thank you kindly for commenting 🙂
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