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.
Flight of the Albuquerque by John W. Howell © 2019
“So, where are we going?”
“Hard to say.”
“Doesn’t that concern you?”
“Why should it?”
“We are flying behind a bunch of geese bound for who knows where and you are not concerned?”
“Gaggle.”
“Huh?”
“Gaggle of geese.”
“Oh, excuse me. The point is we are following them to heaven knows where.”
“We have more than enough fuel, and the winter snows are at least 500 miles off. So what is there to worry about?”
“The sun is beginning to set, and it will be dark soon.”
“We have running lights.”
“But can these geese see in the dark?”
“No.”
“What the heck?”
“We will land before it is totally dark and spend the night in a nice pasture near some water.”
“How do you know this?”
“I’ve done it before.”
‘You have?”
“Yup.”
“How long are we going to follow these guys?”
“Till we get to Miami Beach.”
“Wait. I didn’t tell anyone I would be gone that long.”
“You can call them when we land.”
“But I have work and responsibilities. I just thought we would be up here for an hour or so.”
“Didn’t I say we were going to fly south with the geese?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think a thousand miles south.”
“At least we aren’t going to South America. Besides, you’ll love Miami Beach. Plenty of grass and water.”
“Grass and water? You’re kidding, right?”
“I wouldn’t kid about grass and water.”
“You are leading me to believe you think you are a goose.”
“Gander.”
“Er….what?”
“HONK.”
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This is why I prefer to keep my feet on the ground, John. Great closing lines! 🙂
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Thank you, Jill.
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Thanks, John. Love it – not so sure the guy in the front seat will, though.
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Thank you, Keith.
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Wow, I can’t imagine flying as they are, but the view is extraordinary and that could entice me. Well done, John!
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Thank you, Gwen. 😁
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You took me by surprise with that story, John! LOL
All I could come up with….. “This is the craziest test drive I’ve ever had!”
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I was thinking a test drive when I first looked at the photo.
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Ahhhh….. great minds……
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Yes. It seems that way.
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Geese are jerks. I can see them doing this to people.
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I think that’s why I went in this direction. Thanks, Charles.
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Honk & goose is a dangerous combination:) but everything is possible on Miami Beach 🏖😂😂
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So true. 🍹
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Well if he is going to bitch and moan, I shall gladly take his place!
Fun stuff!
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I know, right? 😁
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Absolutely!
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😊
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Your Tuesday stories always make me smile. 🙂
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I’m glad, Mae.
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Aw, shoot, he should just sit back and enjoy the ride. And the scenery! I mean, getting out before the snow falls and heading to the beach can’t be all bad, right?!
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Right. Except he has a goose for a pilot. (May concern some)
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I often used to wish I was a bird and could fly away and be free, John.
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One of the reasons I took up flying in my youth. No feeling like being with nothing but clouds below and blue sky above.
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I had a boyfriend who was, and still is, a pilot. I had a few interesting and frightening experiences flying in single engine small planes.
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I can imagine. I have had a few of those myself. 😁
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Honk! I love that. Some people run with the bulls, some fly with the geese – great job on the Kue, John.
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Thank you, Dan.
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Real fun, John. Great! 🙂
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Thanks, Billy Ray.
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Well, they always say what’s good for the goose . . .LOL
Another classic, Boss.
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Thanks, Marc.
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If only I had the freedom for such a trip. There is an outfit doing something similar to establish a new wintering ground for whooping cranes. The young hatch in incubators and need a guide for the first trip south. A second site is protection against catastrophic disease in the only winter home.
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Sounds amazing. Where we used to live was the wintering grounds for the Whooping Cranes
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Very cool. They want an alternate flock, just in case disease or something strikes them. I hope they establish several myself.
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Yeah, that would be cool. Thanks, Craig.
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Lovely twist! I always enjoy your stories, John.
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Thank you, Jim. Makes me happy.
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Oh dear! That is a definite case of mistaken identity. 🙂 Love this, John!
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Yes, it’s true. He mistook a goose for a pilot.
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This gave me a good smile at the end of a long day. I appreciated the absurdity of the conversation. 😀
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Thanks, Liz
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Love it John…a real flight of fantasy… happy landings.. xx
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Thank you, Sally. 😊
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Haha! Loved the HONK.
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Me too. Thanks.
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You’re welcome, John.
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