I know I’m a couple of days off, but I had a post previously scheduled on Tuesday so I had to switch. Keith Channing’s words. ”
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 – pingbacks don’t work.
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.”
The photo.
The Pool by John W. Howell ©2016
“We having the Johnson’s over again?”
“Yes. I thought it would be nice. Why do you ask? You sound disappointed.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I just got the pool clean and you know how they are.”
“No. How are they?”
“Well, they have all those kids.”
“Our kids love to play with them.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just they don’t seem to understand that you don’t eat in the pool.”
“Oh please. That was a mistake last time. Someone pushed little Jimmy into the pool.”
“With a hamburger in his hand, I might add.”
“You know that was an accident.”
“I suppose. What about their pets. They bringing their pets as well?”
“I didn’t tell them not to if that’s what you mean.”
“Gosh. Those dogs and all that hair.”
“Please stop. It will be fine. You can just clean your precious pool after they leave.’
“Yeah, that’s just the point.”
“What’s the point?”
“Flappy never wants them to leave.”
“He’ll just have to get over it.”
“But he loves to take that little terrier and stand it on his nose.”
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Flappy.”
“What about Flappy?”
“I don’t want you giving him a fish in the pool while we have company.”
“I’ve never done that.”
“Just don’t start. It’s bad enough letting him do those horns and ball tricks. People are going to think we are nuts.”
“For having a pet seal? Hey, at least Flappy doesn’t shed hair in the pool.”
“Oh no. But give him a fish and see what happens to your pool.”
Fiction Favorites 
I have this mental picture now of Trevor perched on Flappy’s nose! It’s not going to go away, is it?
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Neither will the pool-soaked hamburger. No burgers for lunch today. 😉
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Ha ha ha.
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🙂
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Nope. Was ment to be. 🙂
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😀
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Haha! Delightful, John. Have a thriving Thursday. Hugs
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Thanks, Teagan. Hugs to you.
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That poor terrier.
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I know right? 😀
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Flappy seems to have a problem with the smell of his flipper too.
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Had it in his belly button. 🙂
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Next time, give little Jimmy a plate of clam strips instead of a burger – problem(s) solved.
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Ha ha ha. tender sweets. Yes sir. 😀
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Lucky Flappy! No wonder he likes the Johnsons – fed hamburgers and a terrier to play with! Great stuff, John!
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Thanks, John. 😀
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Another reason to have a pet seal…no shedding. Great job, John!
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So true. Thanks, Jill 🙂
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There’s something very odd going on, on the far right of the picture; where IS that arm coming from??
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Well, at least Flappy doesn’t shed. Now if they need some shedding to be done, may I volunteer the Sheltie-dog??
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You could make a rug with that hair.:-)
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You are soooo right!!
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🙂
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This is hilarious! I think Flappy is posing for the one person who’s paying attention to her; no one else seems to give a hoot…
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I know right? Thanks. 🙂
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