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
Again by John W. Howell © 2019
“Alphie come look.”
“What is is m’ love?”
“The rubbish bid has been tipped again.”
“Ack those boys.”
“Yes, and you need to set it right.”
“Me? Why not just let the rubbish blokes take care of it?”
“You know full well those blighters won’t lift a finger to right the thing. They’ll just pass by.”
“Okay but I’m getting distraught with this goings-on.”
“I know, dear, but what can we do?”
“Post a camera out by the bin and catch the little maggots who are doing this mischief.”
“Good idea. Let’s see. A camera and line feed couldn’t be more than two hundred pounds—”
“I get it, Bertie. For two-hundred pounds I can make many trips to the bin.”
“There we are, my smart man. Now pop off and set the bin right and I’ll put the water on for a lovely cuppa.”
“Ah, the shortest distance to getting what you want done, is through a tea strainer.”
“And a wee scone.”
“Be still my beating heart.”
“Now go on with ya and wear your scarf. It looks like a bit of chill in the air.”
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LOL! I think you might have some British blood in your veins, John. Great job!
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Do I detect a Scottish theme there?
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Maybe.If I were to guess these are a couple on pensioners living on one side of a village home. Obviously, the other side is in dire shape. Could be in the highlands I suppose.
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Close, John. Those were our neighbours for some years and yes, I had to lift the bin – yet again. Not kids, though, just common or garden high winds
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😊
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I can’t compete with your imagination, John. What popped into my head for this picture was …
“Wilbur, I am beginning to think it wasn’t a good idea to climb into this dumpster to cut school.”
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Hahaha. Yours is one I never thought of. Good one, GP.
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How big is a wee scone?
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Wee, in this case, isn’t about the size it is about being humble as to its quality. Home made and all. Obviously from the husband’s reaction, there is no reason to be humble.
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Awww, through it all, she cares for him. Yeah, no go set the trash bin up. Well done, John.
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Thanks, Dan. 😀
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I thought they r going to find the body inside… it’s October, John!! Are you Ready? 👻😂👀 🔪
Cool story, very sweet 🙂 & great pic 🕺
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Ha ha ha. Could have been a body for sure. Thanks, Victoria Ray
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Next time better luck finding it…🤪👻👻👻👀😬
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😳
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At least with that accent there isn’t likely to be an angry raccoon inside it.
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Maybe just a warewolf
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That was a lovely scene, John. One that I can imagine played out in many a household 😉
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Thank you, Dale. 😁
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😉
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Loved it! I guess tipped trash cans are an international phenomenon. 😀
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I think so. Thanks, Gwen
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Aw, this one is just so sweet!! I figure there’s plenty of time for October chills and gore, but starting off with such a darling couple makes my day!
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Thank you, Debbie. Just felt like honoring deep love.
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Loved your dialogue, John. Makes me want to have a wee scone and a cuppa myself! 🙂
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Let’s get some jam for that scone. Thanks, Mae.
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Fantastic dialogue, John! It was as if you were born to it!!!
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Thank you. Jan. 😊
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Good one, John. Here, it’s always the bears.
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I think you are right.
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🙂
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Ha, ha! I was compelled to read the whole thing with an English accent. Good one, John! 😀
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So glad you liked it, Vashti. One Brit commented that he detected a Scottish accent.
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Ah, ha, ha! I had no idea what accent I was doing, but it was fun.
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😁
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Great words…
…and a great photo. The trash can in front totally makes the picture.
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Thank you, Rabirius.
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For two hundred pounds they could eat out a few times and in so doing justify the exercise necessary to work off the meals.
Clever take, John!
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There you go.
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🙂
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Great work with the story and the dialogue, John. I may even swap my coffee for a pot of tea, this morning. I read this hearing the accent very clearly.
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So glad, Soooz
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Charming and delightful, John. And now I want a scone… 😉 Hugs on the wing!
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Clotted cream, strawberry jam, and maybe some lemon curd.
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Akk. The closest I have to that is strawberry ice cream. But to the ‘fridge I go. LOL.
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Ha ha ha. I love chocolate sauce on strawberry ice cream.
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That was good! You must have British (or Scottish?) roots.🙂
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My maternal grandparents came to America from Scotland. Maybe that’s it.
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Ah!
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Oh, what a softie a cuppa and scone and she had em! Mebbe over that cuppa he’ll come up with an idea to stop those silly buggers from tipping the bin that won’t cost a fortune! 😁
You have the lingo down pat! Well done, John!
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Thanks, Deborah.
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You’re welcome.😃
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A good cuppa guarantees a happy ending!
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It does. Liz.
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