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 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.
They Will Come by John W. Howell © 2019
“Hey, you there. You by the gate.”
“Yes? What is it?”
“What do you mean what is it? That’s my gate, and you are messing with it.”
“Not messing sir. Fixing.”
“It doesn’t need fixing.”
“Oh, it most certainly does, sir.”
“How so?”
“Well first of all the gate sections are not level.”
“Yeah so? It looked fine.”
“Not if we are expecting guests, sir.”
“Guests? I’m not expecting guests.”
“Yes, sir. Second of all these hinges are almost frozen with rust.”
“Who cares?”
“Your guests will care if they can’t come through these gates.”
“You keep talking about guests. I told you I don’t have guests here.”
“That is about to change sir.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your farm has been declared the country White House.”
“Huh. Never heard of such a thing.”
“Well, we have the White House and Camp David. We now need a residence that recognizes the country folk constituents.”
“You are in marketing, aren’t you?”
“How’d you know?”
“No one else could come up with a hairbrained scheme like that. What makes you think I’m going to go for this charade?”
“Ten million.”
“What?”
“Ten million cash for you to get out today.”
“Excuse me while I get my hat. By the way. You create it, and they will come. This is a really, really terrific idea.”
“Oh, I know. Been doing this for a long time. Where do you want your money deposited?”
“Wells Fargo in West Palm Beach. Got a little place down there.”
“Love your hair, sir.”
“Thanks. On sale at Costco.”
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Hmm. Interesting. I would have sold for that! In fact, I did sell, but for only a very, very, very small percentage of ten million.
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Well, at least you are back in the fold.
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Is it too late?. Can I change my mind and stay?.
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Hahaha. Thanks, Ally.
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You’re welcome John 😀
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If only it was that easy to sell a house.
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Yes, really.
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Interesting response to the photo prompt! My mind went in an entirely different direction (man dead or dying).
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That would be good, Liz. You should join in.
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You’ve got quite an imagination, John. This was good! 🙂
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Thank you, Jill.
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I think you nailed it, John!!
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Thank you, GP.
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Yep! ♥
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😁
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Oh to own a little country home like this one!! I’d leap to sell my abode for 10 Million! Quite the story, John, were you dreaming? 😀
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Hahaha. No, just writing. Thanks, Gwen
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Heck yeah! I’d even throw in the barbecue.
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There you go. 😁
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All I’d need was 15 minutes to pack.
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Me too.
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Ten million bucks really can make a crappy idea into a golden one, right quick! LOL.
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So true, Marc. 😁
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😂
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John, you have no idea how much I needed this today! I have spent my entire morning battling tech issues, getting disconnected on phone calls (after being on hold for 15 minutes—TWICE!), and getting ticked at voice mail menus that go nowhere. I SO needed a laugh and you delivered big time. Thanks for making my Tuesday a bit brighter 🙂
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I’m sorry you are having those glitch moments. They come to us all eventually. Thanks so much for letting me know you got some enjoyment out of the post. ♥️
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I could be out today for that, too….but not until the check cleared:)
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Hahaha.
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When it comes to cold, hard cash, any potential sentimentality for a joint goes out the window!
I’d take it go, too!
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Especially when it’s worth almoat nothing.
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Exactomundo!
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I love the word “almoat.” Where did that come from?
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Just so you know, I, myself, use it quite often…😉
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Hahaha
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I guess everything’s for sale at the right price, huh, John? Nicely done. Not sure that hut is work ten million, but he’s a lucky seller!!
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Well when the gov wants it, let em have it.
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Ha Ha!! On sale at Costco!! 🙂 I’m laughing out loud, I would definitely go for whatever they wanted to do for ten mil! Great use of the prompt, John!
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Me too. Thanks, Jan
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Ha! That’s great, John. I love the ending.
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Thanks, Dan
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Very creative (and good) John. I’d sell, too.
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Yup. In a heartbeat.
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😀
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I’m coming with you, John.
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You are more than welcome. Plenty of room at West Palm Beach.
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Brilliant, John.
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And dry. I like that.
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Thank you, Rob. I like that too.
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🙂
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Thank you, Rob
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