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 on 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 time.”
The photo
Home by John W. Howell © 2021
“Ahhh. The fire feels good.”
“It does. Especially on a night like this.”
“Yes. I’m grateful that we are inside and cozy.”
“Me too. I can’t imagine being out there. Listen to that wind.”
“I know. When I got us more wood, I thought I was going to freeze.”
“You poor dear. I should have gone in your place.”
“Oh no, my love. Fetching firewood is my job.”
“But I would hate to see you somehow get into trouble out there.”
“I had my heavy coat and gloves. I was okay.”
“Did you wear a hat?”
“No. I didn’t think I would need it.”
“See, this is what I’m talking about. Taking shortcuts when it could mean your life.”
“I’ll make sure I have a hat next time, okay?”
“You promise?”
“I promise. Oh, I see it’s almost time for the weather report. I want to see how long this is going to last.”
“How about I make us some hot chocolate, and you get the report.”
“Sounds like a deal. I certainly hope there is going to be a break.”
“What was the temperature when you got the wood?”
“You want it in Fahrenheit or Centigrade?”
“That’s right. You have that fancy watch. Give me both.”
“When I went out, it was 59 degrees Fahrenheit, which is 15 degrees Centigrade.”
“Wow. That is cold. The chocolate will feel good. You know we ought to think about moving South before the next winter. This Texas chill goes right to my bones.”
































