In Keith’s words. “Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keith@channing.info before 6 pm 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:
Stalkers by John W. Howell © 2017
“Keep it down. He’s coming.”
“I’m afraid to look.”
“Don’t worry he can’t see you.”
“I’m still afraid. Tell me what he looks like.”
“He is wearing denim pants, a black t-shirt, and get this, he has a buzz cut.”
“A buzz cut?”
“Can you believe it?”
“Aw, this makes it too easy.”
“I know right. Wait he is carrying something in his hand.”
“What is it?”
“Some kind of bag. At least we only have to worry about the one hand. It is the right one by the way.”
“I am always concerned about getting hit by the right hand.”
“There are two of us. Don’t you think we can have our way with him?”
“There is still a chance he could smack one of us with that hand.”
“Well, this is the chance we will have to take. He’s getting closer.”
“Be still my beating heart.”
“Oh, C’mon. Be brave buckaroo. On my count, we will jump him.”
“This is the worst part. I wish I were born as someone else.”
“Why? You have a great life.”
“What’s so great about having to drop down on a mammal and hope not to be slapped flat.”
“But after you get your fill you just sleep. That buzz cut means you can hit the sweet spot on the head and he’ll never know. Now get ready and try not to make that whining noise with your wings.”
“You gotta be kidding me. All mosquitos make that noise.”
“Yeah, I was kidding. Pre-mission humor. Let’s go.”
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This is why I wear a cap. Good one, John. I’m sure they plot their attacks like this.
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Thanks, Dan.
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OMG…too funny. The suspense, the attack… I hope the victim had his way with these two invaders. And, I hope you are spared such intrusion. 🙂
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The inspiration was the swarm of mosquitos that jumped me when I got out of the car on Sunday at the house. Thanks, Gwen
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank you, Michael.
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Always with a great pleasure. Have a nice week. 😉 Michael
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🙂
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I can easily believe this is a true conversation. Wonder if mosquitoes get the ones they don’t like to play decoy. (Fun fact: Only the female drink blood to help produce eggs.)
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The decoys are the males. (What else is new?)
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Seems to be how nature works.
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Ha ha ha.
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Never saw that one coming. Great job.
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Thank you, Greg.
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Your welcome Jon.
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🙂
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I did not expect that, John. Nice twist.
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Thanks, Keith.
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LOL! Your timing with this story is perfect, John. I was bit to pieces yesterday evening while trying to enjoy our hummingbird activity.
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I loved the comment, “Bit to pieces,” Jill. 😀
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A conversation repeated a billion times a day across the ditch from my backyard in the Minnesota Mosquito Refuge.
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Minnesota needs to protect its mosquitos
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True, they are endangered because people keep swatting them. That has got to stop.
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Need to organize people against swatting mosquitoes.
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Nicely done! And here I was thinking the two speakers were the folks at the end of that alley!
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I tried to lead you that way. Thanks, Debbie.
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Never guessed mosquitoes.
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Thanks, Teri.
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Those skeeters better realize some people are left-handed anyway!! Haha, very funny twist!
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Thanks, Luanne.
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I kept thinking it was an animal of some type, but a mosquitoes… That was great. I know they are outside waiting:)
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They are, DL. Thank you.
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hahaha Loved it! Biting humour?
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Ha ha ha. Thank you, Pam.
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Well done, good sir! I must be starting to think like John Howell – I thought they sounded like mosquitos ready to pounce from the beginning! Oh, my… I think I’m in trouble!
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Oh oh. You better cleanse your brain with several Molsons.
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Sage advice, Mr. John… “6 Molsons over here, Bartend!”
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Ha ha ha.
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LOL! Nice surprise ending! I was wondering who was going to get him.
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Or what?
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