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.
Deep Yogurt by John W. Howell © 2020
“Can you hear me?”
“Muffelluff eff.”
“What?”
“Merfing merp merp.”
“I can’t understand you. Is something blocking your mouth?”
“Ah, moggle mit merf. Is this better? The snow was in the way.”
“My goodness, yes. How are you doing?”
“Just fine. Unfortunately, I fell in this deep hole.”
“I know. I have been sent to rescue you.”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Arty.”
“Arty?”
“Yup. Short for Arctic Rescue Canine.”
“Do you have a rope?”
“No. Just my paws. I will have you out in no time.”
“You are going to dig down here?”
“Yup. That’s right.”
“Then what?”
“Then, we walk out of the hole together.”
“Excuse me if I seem dubious, but I don’t know how that’s going to happen.”
“The walking part?”
“No the digging part. You’ve got about ten feet to dig to reach me.”
“Piece of cake.”
“How can you be so sure.”
“I used to be able to dig out of my yard in ten seconds flat, and that was dirt. This is snow. What chance does it stand?”
“Well, you sound convincing.”
“What do you have to lose?”
“Nothing, I guess. One more thing.”
“Yes.”
“I’m a cat.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No. Arctic Bob is my name.”
“Tell me the name ‘Bob’ is not part of the term bobcat.”
“It is.”
“You know I think I hear my owner. You can do this Bob. See ya.”
“Darn. Thought I had one.”
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I didn’t expect that, John. Nicely done! Poor Bob. Happy Tuesday!
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Thank you, Jill.
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Lovely dialogue, and with a twist, John…
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Thank you. 😊
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thak you fro sharing my ppost today, Anita and Jaye.
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…then the ghost of Bob haunted him forever-ever-ever :)) great story and picture! 💕☕️
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Hahahaha. Thanks, VR
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Tricky cat right there.
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I would say so.
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hahah. I did not see that coming!
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Neither did I!
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😀
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That makes me smile, Pam. 😊
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Very clever!
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Thanks, Liz
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That was great, John! lol I didn’t catch where you were going with that dialog until the names started coming out. 🙂
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Thank you, GP. I don’t want to let the cat out of the bag too early. 😊
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Ha! That’s great, John. Did not see that coming at all.
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I’m glad you didn’t. Thanks, Dan.
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Haha! Always a surprise at the end, John!
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Let’s just say usually a surprise at the end. 😁
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Best intentions thwarted by a cat.
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Yes. After all Arti was invited to dinner.
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LOL! You delivered another unexpected and fun twist!
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Thank you, Mae.
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Now that was a classic John Howell twist! Love it!
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Thank you, Jan
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yA gOt mE… 🙂
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yA tHiNk? 😁
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🙂
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🙃
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Good one, John! I’d have to agree to abandon the save.
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Yes. Me too.
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Bob should have saved that news until the digging was done, lol
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So true, Jacquie. Thanks 😁
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Oh dear…Time to stop digging!! Pronto!
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I would say so. Thanks, Dale.
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Oh Bob! . . . patience man, don’t bury the lead!
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Hahahah.
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Looks like poor Bob is on his own. Great story, John. Love how I never guess where you’re going with these when I start reading!
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This commentmake me happy. Thank you, Debbie.
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Awwww … poor Bob. 😥 Great story, John … I didn’t see that one coming!
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Yes, Bob wil need anther sucker to eat.
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Ha ha … at first, I thought you meant 🍭 that kind of sucker, but then I thought about it for a minute, and the 💡 came on!
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Hahahaha.Yeah Bob’s a big meat eater. His doctor wants him to do more plants. His last meal was the doctor.
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😄 Given my opinion of doctors, I would guess that poor Bob had serious indigestion & heartburn after eating the doc!
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He kept saying “Come on Ice cream.” if that is any measure. (he had it for dessert after the doc.)
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One needs dessert after a doc! I avoid them at all costs!
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😁
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This was good! I love the unexpected bobcat twist at the end. Well done, John.
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Thank you, Jennie. Always love a twist.
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You’re welcome, John. Nothing better than a twist. 🙂
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And some Gin under it.
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Haha!
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😊
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