Another photographic prompt by Keith Channing. Let me tell you what is going on in his own words.
“Using this photo(below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; and either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithkreates@channing.fr 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 – for reasons I have yet to fathom, pingbacks don’t seem to be working.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.”
Here’s the photo.

My Zoo by John W. Howell © 2016
“Hey look at that Pradeep.”
“We must go over there. I think that guy has some animals tied to that motorcycle.”
“You are right. if there is anything I can’t stand is seeing an animal chained up.”
“Yeah, I want to chain up anyone who does that to an animal.”
“Do you see any water dish over there?”
“No. I think you’re right. I don’t see water, and the sun is so hot. What’s the matter with that guy?”
“He’s not even there. Let’s get a bowl of water.”
“Good idea and maybe some food.”
“By the looks of those two, we could be the food. I think the water will be enough.”
“We will need a stick to push the bowl close to them.”
“Excellent idea, Pradeep. I see a tree limb over there. We’ll use that to push the dish.”
“There’s water spout and a bowl. We are now in business.”
“Be careful with that water. We need to keep it in the bowl.”
“Hey! What are you two doing?”
“We could ask you the same Mr. Animal abuser.”
“Animal abuser? What are you talking about?”
“You’ve got this lion and tiger chained to that bike.”
“Yeah so?”
“Don’t you think it is cruel to treat them this way? No water as well.”
“Are you dopes for real? These are stuffed animals. I chained them so no one would take off with them.”
“Stuffed? Oh my goodness.Pradeep it looks like we made a mistake.”
“Speak for yourself. I still think it’s cruel. I’m going to set them free.”
“Fifty bucks each and they are all yours. Otherwise don’t make me call the police.”
“Might be a good idea. Call ’em.”
“Uh, Pradeep. We need to go.”




