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.
Blinded by the Light By John W.Howell © 2020
“I would say tear it down, sir, but it is three hundred years old.”
“I mean, everything was fine until yesterday.”
“What happened yesterday?”
“I went about my normal day.”
“How’s that look?”
“Well, let’s see. Got up, took the dog out, had coffee.”
“Sounds like you’ve covered the first hour at best.”
“Well, now just hold on. Ah, yes. While I was walking the dog, I noticed an unusual burn in the field over there.”
“Uh-huh. Go on.”
“I just thought it was weird. A circle burned in the field.”
“How large a circle?”
“That’s not the important part, but I would say twelve feet.”
“That is pretty big.”
“Anyway. I went over to have a look. The burned part smelled like lavender.”
“That’s odd.”
“I thought so too. I turned to leave and was blinded by a light.”
“Don’t tell me. You were then revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night.”
“Teah, very funny. You want to hear this or not?”
“Sorry. Go ahead.”
“Okay, then it felt like I had a boulder on my shoulder.”
“You tripped on a merry go round.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing. Continue.”
“I finally figured out I was being abducted by aliens.”
“Okay, sir. Hold it right there. I came here to give you a bid on the roof. I’m not one to hold to conspiracy theories and stuff like that.”
“This is the truth.”
“I can’t handle the truth.”
“Calm down. As you can see, I’m here. The only thing that happened is we all got into some kind of drink. Then this girl told me she could turn me on to something strong.”
“They played the song with the funky break.”
“How’d you know?”
“It’s a song lyric, sir. Excuse me, I gotta get going.”
“We razed the roof.”
“I’ll say you did. Now I need to get into my curly whirly. Have a nice day, sir.”
“Wait. You haven’t heard the best part.”
“Sorry. My mama always told me not to look in the eyes of the sun. Bye.”
“Too bad he’s gone. He’s going to miss seeing the calliope crash to the ground.”
Fiction Favorites 
Now I’ve got that ‘curly whirly’ song stuck in my head. 😁
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No kidding.I have had it since yesterday when I wrote this thing. 😁
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Good one, John. I bet you had fun writing this dialogue. I’m still smiling. 🙂 Have a great day!
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You as well, Gwen. Thanks for the nice comment. 😊
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You’ve outdone me on random song lyrics this time, John (you mean he didn’t sing ‘revved up like a douche’?)
I shall clearly have to try harder.
Good job! (not a song lyric but a much overused line nonetheless)
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Ha ha!
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😊
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Thank you, Keith. I had fun with this one. 😁
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I got that impression, John.
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😁
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Great job, John! I love how you incorporated your love for music. I’ll have this song in my head all day!
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You should listen to it too. I was shocked to learn Bruce Springsteen wrote the song. Manford Mann had the hit. (Oops there I go playing disk jocky again) Thanks,Jill. It is in my head too.😊
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Wonderful! I never would have gotten abducted by aliens out of that photo.
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You are lucky you don’t sit in my head then, Liz. I had about three different ideas on this photo then settled for working toward razing the roof. Thanks for the comment. 😁
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You’re welcome, John! 😀
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😁
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You’ve got me laughing, John. That’s a good thing on any day.
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And I’m so glad I did, Dan. Thanks for letting me know. 😁
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Was there a silicone sister with a manager mister? Asking for a friend.
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Sure was. She went out for coffee though. Thanks, Craig.😁
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haha, you went with the destruction end, I thought differently.
“I don’t know, Myrtle. The kit said it was easy enough for a child to assemble. ”
” So, where do I find a child?”
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Hahahaha. Love it, GP. 😂
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Now I’ve got all these songs playing in my head. Thanks for the laughs, John!
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Anytime, Teri. 😁. Thanks for letting me know.
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Awesome start to my day, John — thanks! Now I’ve got snippets of songs winding through my brain like tiny worms. I’d say you nailed this one though!
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Thank you, Debbie. I’m so glad you liked it.
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You are one of a kind, John! I went from one song playing in my head to another. Your imagination is unparalleled!
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Thank you, Dale. You just put a big smile on my face. 😊
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Now THAT put a big smile on MY face!
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We are wreathed in smiles.
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Don’t we look marvellous?
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We do darlin’
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You sweet talker, Boss…
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😎
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🙂
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This is great, John! I’m always in awe of your natural dialogue. Thanks for the smiles, too.
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Thank you for the visit. I love your comment. 😁
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Oh……so that’s what they were singing. No wonder my wife grins when I sing that song.
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Yes there is no couch in Blinded by the Light. Where the heck you been, Greg. Nice to see you. 😁
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Nice to see you too.
Been taking a break from all social media.
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Auto correct killed me on that last statement. I meant to write there is no douche in Blinded by the Light. How was the break?
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The break is going well. Hey, I have kept my sanity over the last couple of weeks (so far).
Trying to think of what to blog about.
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The break. Certainly. Stan interrupted you with some idiot project like helping him make a Instagram post.
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Great job using the song lyrics, John! I’m laughing out loud as the lyrics are now running through my head. 🙂
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So glad, Jan
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Bloody hell… an ear worm without a tune. How’d that happen?
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It is a mircle of life. (or maybe Circle of Life)
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a perfect house for the mad 2020…
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Yes it is. No roof is a typical occurrence this year.
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Lol true!
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😁
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I always knew you spoke my language.
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Hahaha.
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You always make me laugh!
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A very good thing I might add. 😁
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Yes, indeed! 😀
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[…] Blinded by the Light by John W. Howell © 2020 […]
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I loved how you used one of the most misquoted lyrics in music history. 🙂
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I know right. 😂
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