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Kelvin M. Knight

Cars screeched to a halt at the sight – all four lanes. Those clouds, plummeting, unwinding, parting. Camera phones clicked. One man rushed to the boot of his car and pulled out a tripod with a 360 degree camera attached – which seemed odd considering all eyes were focussed in one direction only.

Something dropped from the cerulean sky. A girl, hair flailing like a cape. She look surprised. She looked tired. Around her shoulders was slung an ammunition belt full of notebooks. Upon landing, she pulled a pen from thin air and wrote about what she saw, what she felt. Words of beauty and empathy. Words of power.

Crowding around her, drivers dropped to their knees muttering. When she stopped writing and looked over the rims of her spectacles at them, one man ventured, ‘Are you the new Messiah?’

‘A cloud rider,’ she replied, giggling. ‘Always have been. Always will be.’

(150 words)

The above story was written in response to the What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to:

Harare, Zimbabwe

To read the other globetrotting contributors’  stories inspired by this weeks prompt, please click the la’al blue frog below.


24 thoughts on “ALL WAYS

  1. A belt full of notebooks – isn’t that what we writers are all about? And jotting things down, hoping we remember what the word/sentence/paragraph means. And if we don’t remember, perhaps making it into something else? We are all cloud riders. See what your story has stirred? Well done, Kelvin. Happy New Year.

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