In Keith’s words. “Using this photo 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.
The Game by John W. Howell © 2021
“I can’t see any signs of injury.”
“That is amazing. You should have seen how these two came together.”
“Tell me what happened.”
“That big lug and Gerry went up for the coconut at the same time.”
“Yeah, and when their heads connected, the lug went down.”
“That’s him laying there.”
“Has anyone taken a look at him?”
“We all looked at him.”
“I mean, has anyone checked him out?”
“I did.”
“And what did you find.”
“He’s unconscious.”
“No kidding. Is he breathing?”
“He was a minute ago.”
“Okay, I’ll have a look.”
“I have to say, Gerry must have the hardest head in the country.”
“So, doc, how’s the lug?”
“He’ll be fine. I put some ice on his lump. Let me look at Gerry again. My goodness, not even a scratch.”
“Gerry says it’s all those bananas.”
“I’m sure. It could also be that he is not a purebred monkey. I suspect somewhere along the line, his ancestors got mixed up with some humans.”
“Really, doc?”
“Yes. I would d like to do some DNA research, but I already have an opinion.”
“Do tell. Who do you think is part of his DNA?”
“With that hard head, I would guess a writer of some kind. Probably self-published.”
“Poor Gerry.”






























