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

The Pick Up by John W. Howell © 2020
“You call a cab buddy?”
“I sure did.”
“Well, jump in. You can sit upfront with me. Here I’ll open the door.”
“Er. I’m not sure I’m your ride.”
“Why are you not sure. You said you called for a cab?”
“Yeah, I did. But I thought I had called the Yellow Cab company.”
“Ah, what’s the difference. You still get to your destination.”
“Well, that is my worry.”
“What worry?”
“I’ve been reading a lot about gypsy cabs. You know the ones where they kidnap unsuspecting travelers and hold them for ransom.”
“Oh, man. You must have been reading the Enquirer. That doesn’t happen around here.”
“How do I know that?”
“Look at me. Do I look like the kind of guy who could kidnap anyone? I’m an old fart with skinny arms. You could take me in a minute. You work out right?”
“Yeah, I do work out.”
“I could tell by those biceps you got. Some pair of guns. Hey, guy, I need the fare. If you don’t want to get in then just close the door and I’ll be off.”
“I don’t mean to be so cautious but this is my first time here.”
“I understand. If it would make you feel better you can get in the back.”
“That would make me feel better.”
“Okay, no problem. Jump in and we’ll get you to your hotel bing badda boom.”
“You from the States?”
“Yeah, Brooklyn. Born and raised.”
“Okay, I’m in.”
“Where to, Pal?”
“The Continental. Wait why did those doors lock?”
“To keep you safe .”
“Oh.”
“And to keep you from getting away.”
“What do you mean.”
“We are going on a little trip so sit back and relax.”
“Hey. Stop this cab and let me out.”
“Not gonna happen, brother. You are my meal ticket. There at a bunch of nice guys who’ll pay me a thousand bucks for you.”
“Okay, I’m coming up there if you don’t let me out.”
“Yeah just try. Your seat belt has you locked in. You cautious types always put on the seat belt. Makes it so much easier.”
“I demand that you pull over.”
“This is rich if I say so myself. Here’s a guy who is making demands. The same guy who gets in a gypsy cab with the name of Moron. This is one for the boys at the tavern.”








