Usually, this post is on Tuesday but due to the My GRL relaunch, I decided to post it here. Keith Channing will explain in his 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 often 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.
Here is the photo.
“Omar where are you? Omar answer me.”
“Here let me put you on speaker. I’m taking a selfie with this beautiful sports car. Go ahead.”
“For heaven’s sake where are you?”
“I’m at the mall.”
“What on Earth are you doing at the mall?”
“You said to go get some ice cream. You know this place has the best.”
“Omar. I thought you would just go to the little store on the corner.”
“No my love. You deserve the best. This ice cream shop has over forty flavors.”
“But I only like vanilla.”
“They have the best vanilla. It’s made with real vanilla beans.”
“I appreciate your wanting to get the best, but you are now an hour away Omar. I’m not sure I can wait until you get back. I think it is time.”
“Time? You mean—”
“Yes, Omar. I need to get started now.”
“But I’m an hour away. ”
“I know. That was your choice.”
“My darling I’m so sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“Obviously you made a mistake, Omar and I hope you won’t regret it.”
“Are you going to do it without me?”
“I have no choice now. it is almost too late.”
“Can I call someone to help?”
“This is something I wanted to do with you. Now I’m alone and will just have to carry on.”
“You are the bravest. Maybe later I can make it up to you.’
“Well, you are losing out on the experience so maybe there is where the justice lies”
“My heart aches.”
“I know Omar. Don’t forget you are a good man.”
“You sure you can’t put it off?”
“This is not something where I have the control, Omar. If I could I would.”
“Enjoy then. I know you like your pie at the perfect temperature. Go ahead. Eat without me.”
“I’ll save you a piece Omar.”
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Brilliant!
Do you have any idea how many scenarios were running through my head as I read this, though? At one point, I was convinced they were trying for a baby, and his partner had determined the time was right. Then I wondered how she would go ahead without him!
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I was actually trying a riff on baby birth with the inconsequential pie ending. I had not thought of yours. Good one! I think I could have pulled off a”I’ll call the neighbor,” kind of scenario with yours.
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A twist worthy of the good M. Night Shamaylan. Funny thing is ive met people who are picky like that. Usually with drinks.
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I used to bartend and I can tell you drinks for some are the most important items of the day. “One ice cube and only a splash of soda in a tall glass with a straw.”Sheesh
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I can imagine. People are very particular about their booze. Do you have a ‘weirdest order’ story?
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A gal came in and wanted me to put a shot in my navel so she could drink it. Told her it was against the rules. Then she wanted me to drink a shot from her navel. Now that was okay.
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I remember hearing about that happening in college. Never went to the bars to find out if it was true.
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It was true alright. 🙂
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I was thinking the same way as Keith… or something a tad more sordid. But you turned the tables on us yet again, Mr John!
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Ha ha ha. The phantom has struck again.
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You have a wonderful imagination, good sir!
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Some say weird. But tomato or tomato. Thanks, John
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Not weird: fertile and gifted come to mind.
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You’re the best, John. 😀
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We are talking pie here. No way my wife could wait for a trip to the local store. The best she could do is eat in the car while I drove.
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Classic laugh out loud statement. Thanks, Greg.
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I was also thinking the same as Keith – pie never occurred to me. Good one.
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Thanks, Teri. A riff on major vs minor slights in relationships.
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Such dedication – ice cream deserves more than pie with it! 😀
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You would think. 🙂
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Oh noes! Pie without ice cream. Omar’s key might not work when he gets home. I think that’s grounds for divorce. On another note, is it weird that when I saw this post, my first thought was, “Oh God, please don’t tell me it’s only Tuesday!” You scared me, John.
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Sorry. I had to make room for My GRL. Didn’t mean to scare you, Dan 😀
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You are a genius with these. Bravo! Take a bow 🙂
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Aw. You are so kind. Thanks, Mae Clair.
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At first, I thought her water broke. This is delish. Probably as good as the warm pie.
😀 😛 😀 😛 😀
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Ha ha ha. Thanks, Tess.
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You’re welcome, John. 😉
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🙂
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Clever man.
Poor Omar didn’t get a warm . . slice. lol.
Hey, was that an Easter egg hidden in the story? (Justice)…Haha! Like I said, clever man. . .
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The egg was, in relationships some things are more important than others to each. She wanted ice cream and was not particular. He wanted the best for her and over did it probably because of a deep seated feeling of inferiority . Neither got what they wanted as a result.
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So what you’re saying is, don’t overthink things.
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