As you may know, I have become enamored by the talent of Keith Channing. He has a weekly prompt named Kreative Kue, which runs on Mondays. Here are the instructions from Keith for the prompt. “Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; and either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithkreates@channing.fr before 6pm on Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated.”
His advice. “Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your blog or website, next Monday.” Here is the photo.
Here is my interpretation. It’s called Buzz. Hope you like it.
Buzz by John W. Howell © 2015
“So tell me again why we are following this road so close to the ground.”
“Like I said the navigation and communication radios are not working.”
“I understand that I just wonder why we are down here so low.”
“It’s like this. We can’t communicate with anyone and we have no idea where we are so we are following this road to the nearest town, and we’ll take a fix and figure a way home.”
“Why so low?”
“See those clouds above us. With no radios, we can’t get clearance to fly on instruments and go up through the clouds to clear air. With no clearance, we are sitting ducks for some plane who has clearance. The ceiling is getting lower by the minute. Also following this road will give us a better chance of not hitting any electrical wires or towers. There are none in the middle of the street.”
“How about those over the road?”
“A real worry but out in the country pretty rare. Keep your eyes peeled. I have throttled back to a pretty safe speed.”
“I can hardly see out the front.”
“I know looks like we are getting some rain.”
“I’m really worried.”
“Just keep looking.”
“There’s a dark spot up ahead.”
“I see it. Damn, it’s a stand of trees. We gotta climb, or we’ll take the wings off.”
“Can we?”
“Damn. Can we what?”
“Climb?”
“I’m trying. Whoa, hear that? We just skimmed the tops of those trees. We’re okay now.”
“Jim?”
“Yes, Frank.”
“When we land I’m going to need to change.”
“Roger that Frank. Here have a mint.”
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Excellent, John; thank you. I’m not sure a mint will take the nasty smell away, though.
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It’s the best Frank could think of at the time. He really wanted to say, “Get out.”
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LOL… It didn’t sound like a mint would be enough. Have a terrific Tuesday, John. Hugs!
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Thanks Teagan. Hugs back.
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And a glorious return of Frank. 🙂
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There he is. (he went to school)
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Nice job, John. I love the title too.
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Thanks, Jill. Have a great one.
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After the fire at the Chicago radar facility last year, I flew from Des Moines to Chicago on a flight that was kept below 10,000 feet. I know it’s still almost two miles up, but it felt like what you’ve described here. Got a spare mint?
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Thanks, Dan. 🙂
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Nailed it, John! Something tells me that even driving through this narrow stand of trees might be a bit nerve-wracking. Flying? Uh-uh, no way!
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I’m with you.
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I’m picturing Laurel and Hardy in a bi-plane. Well done!
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Thanks Phillip.
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Your Buzz has me brain tingling with possibilities, John.
Well done.
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Keep an eye out for the buzz fuzz.
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Frank!!!! Good to see him.
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Yeah, he’s been away at school.:-)
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LOL. I wasn’t sure where this was going. Enjoyed reading.
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Thank you. Sometimes I’m not sure either.
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Well played! Not what I would have expected but creative!
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Thanks. I’d be curious to now what you would have expected.
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[…] Buzz by John W. Howell © 2015 […]
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Thank you Keith for the mention of Buzz
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