For my fictional piece – I am visiting my Polish uncle in Moscow. Words: 150
Sitting at the stoplight, the car lightly putters.
Revving the engine, the clutch sits loosely in my hand.
Releasing a contented smile, I notice the delicate curves in the Moscow building to my right.
That’s a lot of red….
And this is a long light.
Waiting is easy. I’m taking an afternoon drive in my uncle’s ‘93 Porsche 968.
He lets me drive it whenever I’m in town.
It’s not worth much, but I like it better than his new red one.
Putters a bit, but 17-inch wheels are smooth on cobblestone and they take curves with finesse.
Cranking down the window, I look closer at 5 Red Square.
Hey, is this where Russian hackers were caught?
Let me see if I still have that text about it….
“Two college guys – with way too much time on their hands – were caught red-handed.”
Sure is a long red light….
Just for fun: I made this text image (because I was working on Friday Fictioneers text message theme at the time…)
Thanks to Debra Books (here) for introducing me to What Pegman Saw.