Prompt: Google maps, Brigantine Beach, Bahamas
A SPIRITUAL BOMBING
by
Kelvin M. Knight
Connor dived into the peaceful water. He swam strongly, until the bombardment began: explosions surrounding him, showering him with shrapnels of water.
Shrapnel from the acts he’d witnessed on his tour of duty. Acts Connor described as miraculous even though he despised said term. There was that soldier shot in the back of his head, only for the bullet to lodge in the front of his helmet like a tiny horn, leaving the soldier praising God. There was that female medic who, while soldiers dug into the desert with their teeth, she knelt and performed a tracheotomy so the soldier shot in his throat could breathe. Bullets swarmed around her but she survived unscathed.
Gasping, Connor found himself on his beach towel. His prosthetic legs twitched like a dozing dog’s. Water continued exploding around him. He felt the splashes keenly, even though his bronzed skin remained bone dry.
‘H-hallelujiah?’
(150 words)
Message from Karen Rawson, What Pegman Saw host:
As I write this, the wind and rain are doing a striking impression of a car wash outside my window, a half a million people on the East coast are still without power (due to a bomb cyclone), and many areas of the UK have seen unprecedented snowfall. So, with many schools on Spring Break, let’s take a wee vacation.
This week Pegman takes us to Abaco, Bahamas. You won’t find much in the way of streetview out in this neck of the Bahamas. Mainly because you won’t find much in the way of streets. You can use the photo provided, or dangle Pegman over the map to find your own slice of paradise.
Your mission is to write 150 words inspired by what you find. Will you treat us to comedy? Tragedy? Sci Fi Slipstream Historical Fiction? Your only limit is your imagination. And of course the previously mentioned 150 words. Once you’ve polished your story-poem-essay, share it with other Pegman contributors using the link up below.
Your writing has power and immediacy – vivid language. A strong story.
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Thank you, WWM, You highlight all those attributes I bear in mind when I write. Thank you.
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Such vivid descriptions, Kelvin. You convey his emotions, his disturbed equilibrium so clearly. I too loved the dozing dogs simile. Just very good writing
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Thank you, Lynn. These comments, from you, mean such a lot. Thank you.
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My total pleasure 🙂
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Powerful piece. He’s seen things he’ll never forget.
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Indeed he has, Ali. Thanks for the read and comment.
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I know I have a tendency to pick favorite lines from your writing, but I can’t apologize. These – soldiers dug into the desert with their teeth, lodge in the front of his helmet like a tiny horn, His prosthetic legs twitched like a dozing dog’s – are fantastic and help pull your story together and bind it. Kudos!
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Hey, Lish, I love the comments you make. This comment particularly. You know what you like and aren’t afraid to voice that. Thank you for the kudos.
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Epic and powerful. What Penny said about a tour description force sums it up perfectly!
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Thank you, Karen. Penny does have a good way with words, doesn’t she. It’s a shame all writers don’t. Some can be quite terse, which is a shame when words are their most used tool.
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A nightmare mayhaps?
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Maybe, Ralli, but he felt that water acutely when he awoke…
Thanks for popping over and reading.
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Your stories are always open to many interpretations. That’s what makes them so interesting.
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Wow! Talk about ambitious! Three heavyweight topics in the same 150 word story, and none of them short-changed!
You offer insights into PTSD, the nature of religious faith, and the reality of miracles, and you blend them together so cleverly that each theme informs our thinking about the other two. It’s a tour-de-force of flash fiction, Kelvin.
One little detail that I enjoyed particularly, “His prosthetic legs twitched like a dozing dog’s.” Great observation, there.
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Oh, thank you Penny, you have me blushing here, blushing my wee socks off.
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Your imagination has gone rampant in this piece Kelvin, You dug deep into the wounded and their soul.
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Thank you, Ivor. Digging deep is something I long to do!
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The horrors of PTSD… Well done, Kelvin!
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PTSD and other things. Thanks for reading, Dale.
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I felt that too…
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Dear Kelvin,
And the questions explode like cyclone bombs. Why do some walk through hellfire and come out not even smelling of smoke while others are incinerated. Often they have the same faith? Well pondered and written piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle. For pondering and commenting.
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miracle?
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and love the descriptions throughout – especially as the peaceful water changed so abruptly. so much to take in here…..
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A Holy pondering for sure, Y.
Long time no hear. Hope all okay with you and yours.
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yes – very nice start to spring, a bit mellow compared to a hectic holiday season – 🙂
thx
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