In Keith’s words. “Using this image (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really. Either put your offering (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before the end of the week. 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. Thank you for taking part.
Here is a link to Keith’s post. https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2024/04/29/kreative-kue-430/
The photo.
Mine by John W. Howell © 2024
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
“You are in my pond.”
“And you are on my turf.”
“I’m not totally understanding what’s going on here.”
“Well, that makes two of us.”
“I got up this morning and decided to have a stroll.”
“Yeah, and I did the same.”
“How was I to know there would be an ugly mutt in my pond.”
“How do you think I feel knowing there is an ugly mutt on my land.”
“Your land? How can it be your land?”
“The same way you think this is your pond.”
“I’ve been here for years, and this pond has always been mine.”
“I’ve been here as long. Every morning, I look up, and that land has been there undisturbed.”
“I think you’ll agree something is wrong.”
“Darn right. You need to get off my land.”
“And you need to get out of my pond.”
“I’ll make you a deal.”
“What kind of deal?”
“You move away from the pond, and I’ll leave.”
“How do I know you’ll leave?”
“You can always check later.”
“Sounds fair. Okay, I’m off.”
“Goodbye. I’m off too.”
A question for the reader. What do you think is going to happen when the land Jack Russel comes back to check his pond? Yeah, this could go on forever.
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Maybe, one day, one will go back and the other won’t be there. Now there’s a story!
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I would say. Might be a heart breaker.
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This reminds me of that poem where someone meets a man who wasn’t there…
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Thanks, Jaye.
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I love this. It makes me think of Lia looking in the window of her favourite coffeeshop and seeing another dog exactly like her looking back at her. She was not happy. How dare that dog be inside her coffeeshop! (especially since she is not allowed inside) LOL
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Ha ha ha. Tempeste sees her reflection and is fascinated.
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Hahaha! They are lost in the neverending loop!
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Unless as Keith suggests one is not there on a visit.
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Ahhh… Whole ‘nother story!!
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There you go.
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🙂
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😁
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Decades ago my brother owned a dog who hated mirrors. He would bark at his image.
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Makes sense. Some mornings I do the same. 😁
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I assume there’s a doggy therapist making a fortune off this little guy.
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I believe you are right. Thanks, Charles
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We were actually on the same train of thought today, John!! It was bound to happen sooner or later!
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I think we are pretty close most of the time. Thanks, GP.
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Well, this could go the way of Narcissus, you know. Or maybe they’ll come to a meeting of the minds and agree to meet for playdates. In that respect they’ll never be disappointed!
Very cute, John!
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I like the play date idea. That would be swell.
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🙂
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I love your Tuesday stories. This is so funny but so true. Ever watch those videos of dogs barking and barking at their image in the mirror? 😆 My cats scoff at the mere notion that there is another like them…😼
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Tempeste hasn’t barked yes but she she is enamored with her image in our door glass. Twiggy couldn’t care less.
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Ha ha! This reminds me of when a big buck was going through Mason, Michigan and went after another buck he saw in a store window reflection. He broke the window and ended up inside the store. 😀
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I remember Mason. Went there ea few times when I lived in Lansing.
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We lived there before GM transferred me to the engine lab in Warren. I miss the place, at times.
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Yeah it was very peaceful back in 1965.
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Nicely done, John. I always wonder what Monk is thinking when he sees his reflection in a mirror. Dogs probably just don’t have understanding of that concept.
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I think it is a little beyond them
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This was delightful. 🩷
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Thank you, Kymber. 😁
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Very clever, John. I can only imagine the confusion a splash might bring. 😊
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Ha ha ha. That would be worth the price of admission. Thanks, Gwen.
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Oh well, I think this would end up in an endless loop…
…but I programmed some loops today, so probably my head is still looping. 🙂
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Yes indeed.
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This is great, John 🙂 I have a feeling the story cobtinues!
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It may. Keith suggested that one day one shows up and the other doesn’t.
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A never ending story, if ever there was one, John. I bet the dog in the pond even grows old with the dog on the turf.
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You think? Wow that is something. Thanks, Dan.
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It could definitely go on forever – a never-ending saga…
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True. Thanks, Jan.
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I think upon reflection, future outcomes will mirror this one!
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Very profound today, Mr. Bruce. 😁
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😂 Love this! Reminds me of the cat that sees itself in a mirror and thinks it’s another cat 😄
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Thank you, Marie. 😊
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I don’t think either one of them is going to give an inch.
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I think you have it right, Liz
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This is like when you look in one mirror at the Funhouse and you find yourself in a hundred more. There IS no end!
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Does look that way, Pilgrim. 😁
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Ha!
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This reminds me of the young bird the other day who kept flying into our window for what seemed like five minutes.
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Poor thing was confused. I assume it finally flew away.
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LOL, this is so funny. And it reminds me of the baby looking in the little mirror toy. He definitely thinks that is another baby in there.
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Thank you, Luanne. This was in the spam folder. Don’t know why.
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I am hearing that from a lot of people! Why are my comments going to spam?!
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Hmmm. Have no clue.
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It is a very nice little story. I can tell that our Rollo recognizes himself in the mirror. When we are in front of the mirror he looks at me in the mirror and then he turns around to verify that it is me. He looks at himself and he does not react as if it is another dog. But it is not very interesting to him. Just confusing.
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😂😂😂😂😂
Another GREAT one, John! Love it! 😀 ❤
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Thank you so much, Marcia.
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Yes, forever. 🙂
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HAHAHA great
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I’m glad you enjoyed it, Saania.
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lol, I get this every morning when I look in the mirror ‘Who the hell are you! hugsxx
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I know what you mean. One reason I don’t look in the mirror until after coffee. 😁
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lol..hugs x
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I think this is one definition of madness but then all Jack Russels are as mad as a bag of spanners so they’ll probably not notice.
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Me thinks you had the insurmountable quandary at Jack Russel. While there may be no permanent solution God did create squirrels for moments like this…
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Yes. A quick release would have answered many questions.
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Brilliantly clever, John. Love it.
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Thank you so much, Monika. So glad you liked it.
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