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.
Gone Girl by John W. Howell © 2019
“Papa come quick. Someone has taken Seal.”
“What do you mean taken?”
“She and I were minding our own business, and this brute of a man came and grabbed Seal.”
“Can you take me to him?”
“Of course. Follow me.”
“Not so fast, Angel. I’m more than twice your age.”
“Okay, here we are. Look down there.”
“Oh my gosh. He has her in his hand.”
“I know Papa. I think he might crush her.”
“I wonder what he intends to do. I’ll tell you this though. If he harms one feather on her head, I’m coming for him.”
“How about us taking a pecking run at him.”
“He might harm Seal.”
“I think we could surprise him.”
“too risky. I’ll fly down and see if there is any negotiation possibility.”
“Be careful Papa.”
“Pssst. Seal can you hear me?”
“Oh yes Papa, I can. Where are you?”
“I’m just behind the giant’s head where he can’t see me. Are you all right?”
“I’m just fine. The giant has some delicious seed.”
“You mean you are not a hostage?”
“No. I’m sitting on his hand eating some seed. He came to where Angel and I were playing and put out a finger. I hopped on, and here I am.”
“Can you fly away?”
“Of course.”
“Then do it.”
“And give up this seed?”
“For heaven’s sake, I’ll get you all the seed you want. Just come home.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Okay then. Let’s go home.”
“You ought to be spanked, young woman.”
“Why?”
“I told you never talk to strangers.”
“He’s not a stranger. He lives here and puts out seed for us.”
“Still, humans are hazardous animals.”
“I thought he was sweet.”
“That’s cuz you’re an innocent bird.”
“You know humans eat birds don’t you?”
“Ew. They do?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry Papa I won’t do it again.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Papa?”
“What, dear?”
“What kind of birds do humans eat?”
“Those big old chickens and Turkeys.”
“Ew. Let’s get home so I can take a bath.”
“Come on Angel we need to go home.”
“The Pickett Factor” 
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