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 firstname.lastname@example.org 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 Speech by John W. Howell © 2021
“Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention.”
Oh no. Another speech.
“I promise this won’t take long.”
Yeah, like an afternoon.
“On this special day, I just want to make a few comments.”
Special in his mind. It’s just a damn picnic with baloney sandwiches and no beer
“You all know how much I admire and respect each one of you.”
Uh-oh. Here it comes.
“I want to take this time to thank you for your hard work and dedication.”
When they thank us, they have screwed us.
“So it gives me great pleasure to announce that my son Boris will be joining the company.”
Oh, good, another family member to train.
“Boris will be taking over the position of President and Chief Operating Officer.”
At least he can’t do any harm there.
“I hope you’ll all give Boris your support and help.”
Sure will, boss. Hey Boris, I would love to help you out. Which way did you come in? Heh, heh.
“Let’s continue on with the picnic, and here’s to a better tomorrow.”
“Oh, do we get the day off tomorrow?”
“Who said that?”
Shit, was that my out-loud voice?