Here is another in the series by Keith Channing. His words “Using this photo as inspiration, (below) 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 email@example.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here – for reasons I have yet to fathom, pingbacks don’t seem to be working.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.”
Here is the photo.
Here is my interpretation.
Portrait by John W. Howell © 2016
“Psst Bowser. You need to smile like Aunt Helen.”
“Geez, what is it about people and pictures. They go ga-ga when some dope aims a camera at them. I think you need to smile Mom instead of worrying about me. The last time I looked, I don’t have a set of lips that are conducive to a smile. In fact, when I do smile people run like hell. They think I’m snarling. Not that you care but I had the next door neighbor try to kick me when all I was trying to do was be friendly. Fixed him, though. I lifted my leg on his newspaper. I had to laugh at the thought of him sitting down after dinner and opening his paper. I’ll bet it took a few minutes for him to figure out that the wetness was not from the sprinklers. I even imagine him sticking his fingers in his mouth while eating something at the time.
Right now I would love to jump off mom’s lap and go lift my leg on Pa. His idea of a good time is to continue to snap photos no matter what’s going on. Take right now for instance. We are here having dinner with Aunt Helen before she goes off to mortuary school and it just doesn’t seem to be an occasion for a lot of pictures. Okay take one or two but for god’s sake do we have to do it after each course? We just had the salad and up he jumps, grabs the Nikon, and we are all blind for the next three minutes. I don’t mean to say anything, but Aunt Helen looks like she has been practicing on herself. I don’t think that’s wrong of course. It’s better than trying her craft on me. I can’t figure out what she sees in dead people anyway. I think they smell funny, and no self-respecting dog wants to stay around them.
Okay, team. How about we get to the beef course now. I’ve pretty much had it with creamy Italian salad dressing. I need something I can get my teeth into before I consider a leap at old Pa over there. Don’t get me wrong I love my humans but man sometimes they can be such a pain.”
“Come on Bowser. Give Pa a smile.”
“Okay Pa here you are. A big smile from Bowser to you.”
“Look at that dog Mary. He’s snarling.”
“Damn what did I tell you?”