Tuesday – Anything Possible _ Kreative Kue #159 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo 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 keithchanning@gmail.com 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 website, next Monday.”

The photo.

Kreative Kue #159

The Trip by John W. Howell © 2018

“Will you stop giggling. I’m trying to hear.”

“I can’t help it. That last Jal-jeera went to my head.”

“I guess the fact that it is only spices and no alcohol is lost on you.”

“Say what you want, but that cumin packs a punch. Where are we anyway?”

“If you’ll stop babbling maybe I can find out.”

“Hey look. There are crowds of people along the highway.”

“It appears we’re in some kind of parade. What are you doing?”

“I’m going to wave my hat. They’re waving at us.”

“Yeah, I see that. Notice no one is smiling though.”

“Oh, that’s a little creepy isn’t it.”

“I would say. Hold on. I’m getting a signal. Yes, this is Channing. Who’s this? Uh huh. So how did we get here? We are in a damn parade. We are on a float. It’s not a float? Okay, roger that, Channing out.”

“Who was that?”

“Believe it or not that was Century Base One.”

“What’d he say.”

“For some reason, we took a wrong turn at Waypoint Beta and are now on our way to a sacrifice.”

“A sacrifice. I’ve never been to a sacrifice.”

“You idiot. Of course, you’ve never been. We are the sacrifice.”

“Why can’t I remember?”

“Remember what?”

“The trip from the Jal-jeera joint to here.”

“Don’t feel alone. I can’t either.”

“What do we do now?”

“I’ve set your transponder to section four. Now let’s get out of here.”

“I think I gave my transponder to that pretty girl.”

“What pretty girl?”

“The one in the Jal-jeera joint.”

“The one with the blond hair?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I guess she and I will be in section four.”

“Where will I be?”

“My guess is hot water. See ya,”

23 comments

  1. So I think you’re time-warping your readers by having this show up on a Monday, LOL.

    It always amazes me the clever yarns you spin from these photos. Well done, sir, as always!

  2. I’m going to add my comment before you pull this down and repost tomorrow.

    I love the killer last line 😉

    Good job John. (I’ll tweet tomorrow)

  3. Seriously? Two posts in one day? John, you’re writing so fast I can’t begin to catch up!! Pity these poor fellas, whether they’re in a parade or en route to a sacrificial offering.

  4. Oh my God! I am laughing so hard. How you got all of that out of that photo is beyond me. Wow!

  5. Did I sleep through Monday?

  6. LOL! Great closing line, John!

  7. I can see my father-in-law giving his transponder to a pretty blond girl. I nearly fell off my chair laughing when I reached that part.

    1. Ha ha ha. He had such a happy look I had to invent a fun reason.

  8. Gwen Plano · ·

    Oh my goodness, I’m still laughing – the last line is a classic. Thank you for another unexpected journey into your inventive mind. Have a great day, John. 😀

    1. Thank you, Gwen. While you’re in there, see if you can find it. (My mind that is) 😀

  9. Ha! Good thing I was only drinking water to sputter out onto the computer screen. A terrific Tuesday post, John. Hugs.

    1. Thank you, Teagan. 😀

  10. With friends like that….
    Good one, John

  11. Oh, this was great, John. Loved it!

    1. Thank you, Jennie. 😀

      1. You’re welcome, John. 🙂

  12. Fantastic twist, John! Thanks for the smile today!

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