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 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.
Fakarewe by John W. Howell © 2020
“I’ve checked everything and don’t know what’s wrong.”
“You obviously missed something.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“If you checked everything, then you would have a clue why this thing quit out here in the middle of nowhere.”
“Speaking of that, do we know where we are?”
“You have the map. Why don’t you try and locate our position.”
“Let’s see. Here is the mountain range. Over here is the watering hole.”
“You see that on the map?”
“No. I’m just looking around. The mountain range is behind us, and the watering hole up ahead.”
“What does the map say?”
“Yeah, I was never good with maps. Say, are you getting thirsty?”
“You know we were on the road for three hours before this hunk of junk died. Hey, driver.”
“Yes, Bosi.”
“About how many miles have we come so far.”
“Um. Let me convert from kilometers. That would be about 120 miles.”
“See, all we have to do is measure out the miles on the map and then the general direction, and we will have a rough idea where we are.”
“Okay, let me use my finger joint as an inch. We’ve been heading West, so I say we are here in Fukarewe.”
“Was that so hard?”
“You guys know where we are yet?”
“Keep your pants on, Harold. We think we have it.”
“I hope so cause those animals are getting closer.”
“Uh, Bosi?”
“Yes, Jafari.”
“We are at the point of rescue.”
“How do you know?”
“I placed a call when the fuel ran out.”
“The fuel?”
“I mentioned that we should get fuel, but in a hurry, you were.”
“Yeah, I remember. What call did you make?”
“Triple-A. They should be here shortly.”
“Fuel. Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Why didn’t you think of Triple-A?”
“We need to go back and start over.”
“You said it. Just Jafari and me.”
“Shut up, Harold.”
