In Keith’s words here’s what is going on. “Using this photo (Below) 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 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.
Green by John W. Howell © 2016
“Hey, old timer. You okay?”
“What Sonny? What chew say?”
“I asked if you were okay.”
“All depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“What you mean by ‘okay.”‘
“Have you been hurt you old codger?”
“No, I haven’t been bitten by a badger. They are more afraid of us than we are of them.”
“OMG. Let me come closer so you can hear me.”
“I don’t hear so good.’
“No kidding. I asked if you were hurt.”
“This was a present from my daughter.”
“What was?”
“You asked about my shirt. My goodness, you youngins sure have attention problems. Must be all that texting. It was a birthday present.”
“How old?”
“It’s brand new you dolt. She bought it new. She would never give me a used shirt.”
“Okay, Pops. I can see you don’t need help.”
“Who says?”
“Well, it looks like you are doing alright. You’re feisty enough.”
” Albright’s? I thought they were out of business. I don’t know where she got the shirt. I like the color. It looks like these fields don’t you think?”
“Yes, the green is very nice.”
“What green?”
“Your shirt it’s green.”
“Ha. I knew it. You have some kind of brain to the eye problem. It is yellow. Any fool can see that’s the color.”
“Why are you behind that fence?”
“Naw, I don’t take offense. I figure you have enough problems. After all one man’s yellow is another’s green. Am I right?”
“I think I will leave now. Nice talking to you.”
“Could you do me one favor before you go?”
“What would you like?”
“Can you tell me where we are?”
Fiction Favorites 
Father-in-law will be tickled pink (or green) about that one, John. He was 74 when that was taken in our back jungle, ten years ago. It’s not much better now, by the way…
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I love the old folks. They are amazing. (myself excluded, of course)
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Funny and sad at the same time. My father hears about that well, but he doesn’t get lost… Yet.
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I would think some kind of GPS watch would be useful when it does happen. One with a voice that directs the old person home. Thanks for the comment.
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Your next million is in that watch.
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I think I better get on it before I need it.
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Before I need one too.
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Huh? Wait! Where are we?
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I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.
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Ha ha ha
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I’ve had conversations like that before. They have that amusing in retrospect feel, but definitely frustrating at the time.
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My 92 year old uncle was the model here.
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I was about to say awesome, but I don’t know if you meant he’s the guy in the picture or this was a conversation. Remember having these types of talks with my 100-year-old grandmother and they were emotionally taxing.
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Many years of talking on the phone and you are right.
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I had a similar telephone conversation with my 89 year-old aunt last night. She always says “what” and then wants to know why I’m screaming…sigh.
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I know right? Good on you for staying with it.
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Every night…
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God love you. I talked with my 92 year old uncle once a week (He passed three weeks ago) and it was painful. He did bring me to tears one time when he said that talking to me allowed him to relive his wonderful years with his family . (all were gone) Your aunt probably feels the same. Hugs.
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I’m sorry to hear about your uncle. I know what you mean, my aunt will often say, “I’ve been sitting here watching the clock, waiting for your call…it’s all I have to look forward to.” Heartbreaking…
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You are doing saintly work and it is hard.
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This was a great way to start the day, John – laughing!
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Thanks Dan. 🙂
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Yup, he is confused! Haha.
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Or are we?
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Oh no, my head’s on straight today
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Good.
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Shoot, the fellow hears about as well as I do. This is terrific, John. Sorry if I laughed. It is funny as well as a little sad. ❤ 😀 😀
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Thanks Tess.
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You are outstanding in your field, John.
Well, he is, anyway.
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Yes he is. Way out standing. Thanks, Dale.
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What can I say, John?
Hilarious as ever!
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Thanks Hook. 🙂
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