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 on 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 time.”
The photo.
Cold Night Out by John W. Howell © 2022
“Why are you rolled into a ball?”
“Because it is freezing out here.”
“Yeah, it’s cold, but it’s not so bad if you move around.”
“Says the one with fur-covered feet.”
“I never noticed your feet. They’re bald.”
“Yeah, no kidding and this snow plays hell with them.”
“So let’s get you warm.”
“Where?”
“See that pig-looking thing?”
“Yeah.”
“We can climb in there.”
“How can we get it open?”
“Oops didn’t think of that. How about we get next to one of these lights?”
“Not sure that’s enough heat.”
“How about just going inside.”
“Easy for you to say. You live here.”
“Aw, come on. No one will know. We go through the cat door and into the kitchen. There’s a nice warm bed there.”
“What if your folks find out.”
“They won’t even notice.”
“But I’m a hedgehog.”
“They will think you’re a toy. Just don’t move fast.”
“Well, if you think it’s okay. Anything is better than this.”
“It’ll be fun. Oh, just one thing.”
“I knew it.”
“If Brutus comes near you, don’t squeak.”
“Brutus?”
“The dog.”
“That’s it. I’ll take my chances with the cold.”
“He’ll only pick you up if you squeak.”
“Pass.”
“Suit yourself. Anyway, I think blue feet are a smashing fashion statement.”
“Very funny.”


















































