What Pegman Saw – Fantasy


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Kara felt the sun on her face. Abaco in the Bahamas was as beautiful as it had came across in the travel guides. She had saved for this trip for quite a while now. It took her two months longer to save for than she had planned. But finally she had got here. She sipped a cocktail, watched cute men in trunks on the beach and tried to savour the last holiday she would have for a while. Partly due to finances and partly due to her new job at a law firm. This was her ‘between college graduation and first job’ holiday. She took another sip of her cocktail, daydreamed about making one of those hunks in trunks her husband and maybe then her parents would understand that she simply had to stay for love. Oh how she wished she could live out her own Mills & Boon novel.

In response to the What Pegman Saw writing prompt:



5 comments on “What Pegman Saw – Fantasy

  1. Dale says:

    If wishes were fishes we’d swim in riches…
    I wouldn’t mind sitting back sipping that drink and admiring those trunks myself…

  2. draliman says:

    Maybe a quick holiday romance and then back to reality 🙂

  3. I can imagine her dream, to be in this idyllic place, far from Real Life.

  4. k rawson says:

    Wonderfully captures her desires. I hope she gets her wish!

  5. […] Thanks to James’s story Flight 19, I had a harrowing flight into the Abacos, which honestly left me a little disappointed that I didn’t find the Flight 19 guys waiting in the baggage area. I got to see J. Hardy Carroll’s Austin Moke from his Marsh Harbor and The New World. I had a brief encounter with Lavanya’s shark from her story The Man. I experienced a personal reboot a la draliman’s The Future of Love, and had a happy romantic ending of my own, per Lisarey’s Fantasy. […]

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