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 keithchanning@gmail.com 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 website, next Monday.
The photo.
The Works by John W. Howell © 2018
“Okay, mister. Where do you want the concrete?”
“Concrete? What concrete?”
“I have a mixer full of concrete ordered for delivery.”
“Delivery? I never ordered concrete for delivery.”
“Here’s the invoice. Look for yourself. ”
“Hmm, six yards of concrete. Yes, that’s my address, but I’m telling you I didn’t order it.”
“Give it to me. Your name Smith?”
“No. My name is Bronkowski.”
“You have any idea who Smith is? Whoever it is, owes me $540.00.”
“Well, it sounds phony and it’s not me, that’s for sure.”
“Sorry, buddy but your address is on the order, so I need to unload here.”
“Wait. I just had a thought.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“Old lady Schmidt has been complaining about my chicken wire sculptures for a month. I’ll bet she called you guys.”
“Why would she do that?”
“I think she believes these are support structures for concrete statues.”
“So she is giving you a hint?”
“More like a shove.”
“So what about it?”
“Not a bad idea. I was going to make topiary sculptures, but I can see concrete might be more permanent.”
“You’ll have to work fast. This stuff sets up pretty quick.”
“How quick?”
“You’ll have a couple of hours. Besides that delicate chicken wire is not going to take a heavy load all at once.”
“So you are telling me?”
“To stick with topiary. Where does Old Lady Schmidt live?”
“Next door.”
“What if I dump it there?”
“Yeah, it is only one number off. Could you?”
“You cover the cost?”
“I’ll get my checkbook.”
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anything possible of coz, but i’d have a problem with this photo…haha
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I’m sure you could work with it. Thanks for the visit and comment. 😀
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I don’t know. I’m not sure what he’s doing on the picture: killing the bird or creating the bird?
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The bird is actually an anvil. He is pounding something into shape, Maybe a horse shoe. 🙂
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That would be an interesting surprise.
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The beauty of fiction. 😀
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That plan sure backfired on her. Though, I wonder what they’ll put the concrete on.
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Her driveway I’m thinking.
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Hope she doesn’t have to go anywhere.
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Craigs idea was to dump it in the window of her Escalade. LOL
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I was going to say through her mail slot, but that doesn’t sound as mean now.
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I don’t know the mail slot sounds pretty mean too. (especially when the main hallway caves in and the stuff all ends up in the basement.
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I’m sure she’s insured.
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And the insurance company will have a small disclaimer in the policy that excludes concrete through the mail slot. 😀
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That’s insurance. Covering everything that never seems to happen.
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You do have the ACME falling anvil policy, right?
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Only if it takes place in a desert within five feet of a roadrunner.
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Good thing. You never know.
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Perhaps her life’s not going according to plan and she needs to take some concrete steps…
Just sayin’
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There you go. More evidence of genius.
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What an interesting use of chicken wire!! I’ve never seen it made into a statue before. As for that load of concrete, well, the neighbor is sure going to be surprised!
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Ha ha ha. Don’t you just love the transition from something unusual like a wire figure to something as ludicrous as concrete on the old lady’s driveway. I think I need to lie down.
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My goodness, an eye for an eye… 🙂
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Or several tons for a tongue
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Yeah, dump it on the poor old lady. 👵
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Sure. She’s been a pain lately. Thanks, Jill.
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An expensive revenge…lol
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In two ways. Think of the old lady trying to get rid of the stuff. LOL
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Keep ’em coming, Johnny Boy!
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Like a Pez dispenser
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Had a chance to jump on the internet today and look what a laugh I got!! 🙂
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Ha ha ha. Good. Thanks, Jan
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It might fit in the window of her Escalade.
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Ha ha ha. Fill the back seat. 😀
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Ooo, Old Lady Schmidt is going to be so miffed, LOL.
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She will won’t she?
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Fun reading, but the photo caught me totally.
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Glad you liked it, Cecilia.
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Such a sweet neighbor! Loved it, John!
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Ha ha ha.
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Oh, this is good. 🙂
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Thank you, Jennie.
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You’re welcome, John.
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🙂
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