I am happy to repost that Keith Channing is back. After six weeks of moving he is back on line. Welcome Keith. In his 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 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.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”
The photo.
“Lets hope he has not made a mistake.”
“A mistake? The guy is clearly off his rocker.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Um. Let’s look at the evidence. One he is sitting out in the hot sun. Two he thinks beer is going to drop from that dark cloud.”
“But as he explained he created a new form of rain.”
“Rain that is supposed to be beer? Don’t make me laugh.”
“I tend to feel sorry for him.”
“Not sure that is the proper emothion. I think more we should get him some help.”
“What would happen if that cloud opened up and filled his glass with beer?”
“He would be a billionaire in no time. That’s not going to happen. Who ever heard of such a thing.”
“I hear thunder.”
“Okay so it might rain.”
“Normally when it thunders I smell ozone. Right now I smell beer.”
“Don’t make me put you in the same straight jacket.”
“Look. It is raining in the glass and there is a nice head on the beer.”
“I see it alright. I am really surprised.”
“What do you say now Mr. Doubting Thomas?”
“Sure glad he is our son.”
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Now that would be something, wouldn’t it?
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It would. 😂
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A little fantasy can stir hope and create magic. LOL Thank you for the smiles, John. Welcome back, Keith.
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Thank you, Gwen. (for smiling and the visit) 😀
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I suppose if you drink enough anything is possible, right? Is that an office chair he’s sitting in? Good one, John!
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Yes, it is an office chair. Gotta wonder.
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I can’t see this invention being used for evil at all. 😁
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No, not at all. 😀
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“Don’t make me put you in the same straight jacket.” When have I heard that before…?
He’s a crazy person, but he’s our crazy person. Works every time.
Good one John
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Thanks, Dan. 😁
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Love it! You nailed the ending on that one, John. took me completely by surprise. Your micro fics are always so entertaining.
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Thank you, Mae. They are fun to do as well. (Little showers)
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I love the punchline! Wouldn’t that be something….🙂
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Yup.
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🙂
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When beer pours down from the clouds, I will know I made it to heaven.
I’ll be surprised as hell, but hey . . it’s nice to dream.
Thanks for bringing the funny to Tuesday morning, Boss. 🙂
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Thank you, Marc. 😁
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Thank you for my next dream!
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I love this, John. Great job on the prompt. I can’t get over the wheels on that chair. It has that flavor of “Watch this, you guys.”
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I know right. Something about wheels in the grass seems so useless they are funny.
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Melika! ♥♥
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Meglada 😀
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HaHa, good one, John! I sure didn’t see that coming.
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I hope you never see them coming. Thanks, Debbie.
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I am killing myself laughing here, John.
What I love about these little stories of yours based on Keith’s photos is that you NEVER go where I think you will!
Fun way to start my Tuesday.
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Ha ha ha. Cause I’m stark raving mad that’s why. In a good way of course. Thanks, Dale.
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Marc and I have determined these are the best. Course we include ourselves…
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Always include yourselves.
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Absolutely!
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Definitely a billionaire. And the parents should get a cut of it.
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I’m sure they will. He doesn’t look like someone who can dress himself.
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OMG!! That is the funniest thing I have read in a while!! 😄
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Thank you, Jan. So glad you liked it.
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I love happy endings:)
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Ha haha. This is one for you then.
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Love it!
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Thank you , Liz.
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This is my kind of crazy! Loved it, John. Methinks we need a shower of Margaritas as well. I know it’s very Un-Australian, but I don’t like beer. Eeek. I’ll be deported.😊😎
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What no Fosters? Well okay then, Margaritas it is.
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Now you’re talking.😊
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You bet. Here’s a mason jar full.
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Cheers. I’ll grab the Tylenol, throw some cushions on the floor, and put Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody on surround sound. Gotta love those Margaritas.😉
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Sounds like a perfect evening. 😀
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Not my kind of rain, John. I am a brandy or wine girl.
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Could arrange that too.
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