Tuesday Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #108

 

“HereYou know I love prompts and will let Keith Channing tell you in his words about this one. “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 – pingbacks don’t often work.

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.”

The photo.

Kreative Kue #108

The Hold-Up bu John W. Howell  ©2017

“Just keep running for god’s sake.”

“I’m not sure I can go any further.”

“You’d better. Want the cops to get you.”

“N-no but my lungs are going to burst.”

“Stop whining. You’re the one who screwed up the getaway car.”

“So I forgot to check the gas.”

“So I forgot to check the gas? You are an idiot you know that?”

“Aw come on. It could happen to anyone.”

“Okay let me ask. Who was responsible for the getaway car?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah it was me. I’ll never live this down I can see that now.”

“Shut up will you and give me a chance to think. This money is getting pretty heavy, and you’re right it is getting harder to keep running.”

“Look over there. Do you see what I see?”

“Carriages?”

“Yes, carriages. We can grab one of those.”

“I can hear the all points bulletin now. ‘BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR TWO DUMB SHITS IN A STOLEN CARRIAGE ‘ Are you out of your mind?”

“No, listen. We hire one and give him a bunch of dough. He keeps his mouth shut. We look like a couple of tourists, and nobody will be the wiser.”

“I guess it does beat dying of a stroke. Okay, let’s do it.”

“You gentleman look like you are in a hurry.”

“Is this carriage for hire?”

“Well normally it is, but it is booked on an exclusive tour today.”

“Could a little incentive talk you out of skipping the trip.”

“What kind of incentive?”

“A thousand bucks.”

“Whoa. You could talk me out of anything for a thousand bucks. Hop in.”

“Here’s your money. Want to count it?”

“Ten hundred’s is pretty easy to count.”

“So what was the tour was booked?”

“Get up boy. Oh, nothing important.”

Come on. You have my curiosity aroused.”

“Well, the police chief wanted to take his wife for a ride  and lunch.”

“The p-police chief?”

“Yeah. You see he’s a nut about romance, carriages, and horses.”

“He is huh.”

“He also likes to drive them himself.”

“H-himself?”

“I would sit back and enjoy the ride, boys. It might be your last for a while.”

 

 

Hump Day is as Hump Day Does

 

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Here is a quick story for hump day. Warning. . .  this one is a little weird and came rolling out of my head with little control. It is called My FLY.

My FLY by John W. Howell ©2014

“OMG, if I don’t find a place to lay these eggs soon I am going to burst.”

“Now dear you can put those eggs anywhere. You know that.”

“The doctor told me I needed to find some healthy waste so the babies would have a good start.”

“Start schmart. You know those little maggots don’t appreciate anything.”

“Yes, but it is a mother’s duty to give them the best chance.”

“Yeah and what does it get you. When’s the last time we heard from any of those adults? How many are there now a couple a billion?”

“Well dear I’m sure they are just busy. You know with flying around and looking for places to lay eggs. It is nowhere near a billion. I think millions would be more accurate. Of course, who knows how many have been taken by the giant swatter?”

“I heard old man Nichols got swatted last week.”

“Oh my. I hadn’t heard. How’s Mrs. Nichols?”

“Took it real hard. She hasn’t left her dung heap since.”

“I’ll have to stop by and give her my condolences.”

“Now there is an idea. You could kill two birds with one stone. Say hello and you’re sorry to Nichols, then drop off that pile of eggs.”

“You know it just might work. Get my suitcase it is time we went to give birth. Thanks for the idea.”

“No problem. We should probably fly low. I hear there is a swatter up high.”

“You know best dear.”