Keith explains.
“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.
The photo.
The Agent by John W. Howell © 2017
“Are you sure Tom Brokaw got his start this way?”
“Of course he did, Amad baby. Trust me. Pay your dues and fame will be yours.”
“I’m not sure what hiring you as an agent did for me.”
“Aw, you know how to hurt a person. You don’t mean that at all.”
“I haven’t had a paying job since I signed with you.”
“Let’s not go into this right now. The camera man is setting up the shot. Hey you guys where is the sound tech?”
“You can’t order these people around. I work for them not the other way around.”
“Believe me, Ahmed baby. In this town agents are kings. We make the whole thing work. I can yell at whoever I want. Do you know your lines?”
“Of course I do. It is not hard.”
“Okay run them with me.”
“Do we have to right now? Everyone’s listening.”
“Yes, we do.”
“Okay here goes. Ahem, don’t forget folks, Manhattan Island used to be a deserted as this strip of land. Now is the time to invest for your future. Call 888-777-6666. Operators are standing by.”
“Excellent. I liked the way you punched up the word ‘now.’ You are a natural Ahmed baby. You’re going to be great.”
“How much is this gig worth?”
“You get a cut of every lot that’s sold.”
“What? I’m on commission?”
“Don’t call it a commission. I prefer to call it a royalty.”
“Who negotiated that arrangement with you?”
“The land owner.”
“Sounds like he knows how to negotiate.”
“He takes after me.”
“You are related?”
“He’s my son Amir.”
“Amir, my brother?”
“Hush Ahmed. Everyone’s looking.”
“Aw, mom.”
Fiction Favorites 
…and sit back and wait for the royalty cheques to come rolling in.
Nice take, John.
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Thanks, Keith.
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Ahhh, dreams…they help us see the impossible. Really good writing, John.
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Thank you, Gwen. 🙂
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Hilarious!
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Thanks, Phil
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At least she didn’t put him in a beauty pageant.
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Ha ha ha. Good one. 😀
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Nicely done, John!
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Thank you, Jill 🙂
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The next Kardashians, no doubt.
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Could well be. 😀
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Love it! 😀
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😀
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I always enjoy your twist endings. Nice work!
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Thank you Staci. Your comment means a lot to me. 😀
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Ha ha!!!
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🙂
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I love the rides your imagination provides, John. Well done!
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Thank you , John. As you know I’m just along.
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Love the twist at the end, John. Mega hugs!
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Thank you, Teagan. Hugs
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Agree with Staci – it’s never what I think it will be.
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Ha ha ha. I hope I can keep that element in play forever. 😀
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Never do business with family! Great take on this one, John.
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So true, Debbie. 🙂
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Very creative!
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Thank you, Ipuna, 🙂
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Nice job, John
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As usual, masterfully conveyed, John.
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Another wonderful twist at the end. That one really caught me by surprise.
Loved it!
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