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 your offering (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at email@example.com before Sunday evening UK time. 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 time.”
Yes Dear by John W. Howell © 2022
Here comes the wife. I’ve got this snake right where I want him. If I stop playing, he will strike, and I am a dead man.
“Good morning Ravi.”
“Is that all you can say on a glorious day like today?”
“We have some things that you and I need to discuss.”
“Could you put down that silly punji and talk to me?”
“Muff a luffla.”
“I can’t understand you. I think you are playing off key too.”
“Okay if you are not going to stop, here’s what I have to say. First of all you seem to spend a lot of time here in the marketplace yet I don’t see any mony coming home.”
“That’s not all. We have the need to fix the roof. Where are we going to get the money?”
“My shoes have holes and I can’t even affored the newspaper to fill them.”
“Those paans make my mouth water yet we can’t affored even one.”
“I give up. Either stop this stupid nonsense with the basket and snake or I’ll have to ask my mother to come live with us to help.”
“Eeek. Alright my dear. I’ve stopped playing and soon your troubles will be over.
“You going to get a job?”
“Better. My snake and insurance policy will be all you need.”
“I don’t want that ugly snake.”