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 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 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 Trip by John W. Howell © 2020
“So then I said to Harry. How about we play another eighteen?”
“I can imagine what he said.”
“Yeah, the old duffer said his legs couldn’t handle it. I even suggested a cart.”
“Well, getting older is not the best thing.”
“Listen to these two, Gladis.”
“I know. You would think they were in their teens.”
“I can tell you Frank comes home after a round of golf, and you would think he just completed a marathon.”
“Perry does the same. Moan and groan for hours.”
“I’m glad we decided to take this river trip. I don’t think I could bear the fallout from some golf resort stay.”
“Oh. I’m with you. These two need to learn their limits.”
“So, Perry. When we reach the town, you want to go out for a round?”
“Sounds good, Frank, but I didn’t bring my clubs.”
“We can rent some.”
“Okay, then. Count me in.”
“Well, Gladis. Looks like we will be on nursing duty again.”
“Not me. I’m going to the spa for a nice message.”
“Oh my, that sounds good.”
“Come with me.”
“Um, I’m not sure I can stand having a pair of wings touch me.”
“I hear the gander is a real looker.”
“Gander?”
“Yup.”
“I love geese, don’t you?”
“They are cute alright, and their small little wings drive me crazy.”
“Count me in.”
“Perry and I are going to do a round of golf in town. Will you girls be okay?”
“Sure, Frank. We’ll be just fine. In good wings, as they say.”







