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:
Witness by John W. Howell © 2015
“I know it sounds strange officer, but I’m telling you the truth.”
“Let’s just go over a couple of things a little more slowly.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So you say you were sitting in that chair.”
“Yes, officer. Minding my own business.”
“I’m sure sir. Then what did you see?”
“Well, this fella comes running around the corner—”
“Did you get a good look at him?”
“I sure did.”
“What did he look like?”
“Well, he was big.”
“What do you mean big? Tall? Fat?”
“No. I mean he was about seven feet high and about the same across.”
“he was seven feet by seven feet.”
“Yeah, scared the crap out of me.”
“Then what?”
“He grabbed a bunch of chickens and kept running.”
“A bunch? How many?”
“I would say ten crates with ten in each.”
“One hundred chickens? How’s that possible?”
“Beats me officer but I think the way he was dress had something to do with it.”
“Dressed how?”
“He was in a chicken suit. He looked like a fat chicken.”
“Excuse me for asking sir.”
“Yes, officer.”
“What’s that you have in that paper bag?”
“Oh, this? it’s my lunch.”
“Your lunch looks very much like a bottle.”
“To each his own sir. To each his own.”
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The story and image are great together! 🙂
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Thank you very much.
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Thanks, John. Were he in France, I would suspect Absinthe, but I suppose Ouzo is more likely there.
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And a lot of it.
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Ah, the joys of a liquid lunch. 🙂
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In that place, pink elephants are very rare. Chickens not so much. 🙂
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Crazy things are everywhere. 🙂
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And they say eyewitness testimony is often wrong…
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In this case…maybe. Ha ha ha. Thanks Dan
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I believe every word of it. Those chicken special forces are huge.
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Don’t go to the coop alone.
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Or with evil intent.
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Or with an hatchet.
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*laughs* Poor chap. But he’s got a vivid imagination.
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Fueled by his lunch bottle.
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Bottle lunches are good for making one see anything.
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They make good telescopes when empty. (Or is it kaleidoscopes?)
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Well, I guess if you’re drinking on your lunch break, you’re not technically drinking “on the job.”
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LOL. So true Phillip.
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Cheers!
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🙂
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