Tuesday Anything Possible – Kreative Kue # 143 by Keith Channing

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 keith@channing.info 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 #143

Welcome Home  by John W. Howell © 2017

“So how was camp? Did you have a good time?”

“You know, mom I feel a little different.”

“Different? Oh, nonsense. It’s just you have been away for two weeks. Tell us what was the most fun?”

“Gee, mom. I don’t feel so good. Can’t we just let this go until later?”

“Oh, my baby. Why are you so upset. Your brothers are getting concerned. Are you running a fever?”

“No mom. You don[t have to feel my forehead. I’m fine physically. I have a strange feeling I have changed.”

“You still look the same to me. Come here my little one and let mommy hold you.”

“Look at me, mom. Look at my brothers. Don’t you see anything different?”

“Well, now that you mention it, I think you could use a haircut.”

“Mom you are not getting the point. There was this ceremony, and we were to concentrate on being anything in the world we wanted to be.”

“So what did you concentrate on being?”

“I wanted to be an elephant.”

“An elephant? My goodness, whatever for?”

“I’ve been getting restless lately. I’m tired of being pushed around by the other kids.”

“So what happened.?”

“Can’t you see what happened?”

“You look the same, son.”

“For heaven’s sake. Can’t you see my nose is longer?”

“I’m sorry my boy, but it looks the same to me. You are my little Llama boy, and nothing can change that. Mommy loves you very much. Now c ‘mon let’s go in and have some lunch.”

“Yeah, okay, mom. I hope we are having alfalfa. All we got at camp was Coastal.”

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #141 by Keith Channing

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 keith@channing.info 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 #141

Calling Home by John W. Howell © 2017

“Yeah, hello.”

“Who you calling?”

“I’m trying to reach home.”

“Why? We are fine. You know father gets all funny when we call him.”

“He just is worried is all. He thinks something is wrong all the time. Hello is this you, father?”

“Did you get him?”

“No there is something wrong with the connection. I’ll try later.”

“How many bars do you have?”

“Hmm. My cell says no service.”

“That’s why you can’t get through. You’ll have to wait until we get near a tower.”

“You would think there would be some service. We are right in the middle of a major city.”

“Yeah. Urm what city is this?”

“What do you mean ‘What city is this?’ It’s the one we flew into yesterday.”

“Name it.”

“OMG, I forgot the name.”

“Right. I don’t believe you can tell me what day it is either.”

“It’s Tuesda— Wait, no it’s Monday. Yes, it’s Monday.”

“You sure?”

“Why are you asking me these questions.”

“Because we are lost that’s why. We boarded a plane on Saturday and flew off into the sky. Do you remember landing anywhere?”

“Um. Now that you mention it, no.”

“See. I’m telling you we are in another dimension.”

“I’m not sure. Let’s ask someone.”

“Okay, there’s a person. Hey, could you tell us where we are?”

“They didn’t hear you. Ask another.”

“Young lady. Over here. Can you tell us where we are?”

“There is something wrong none of them hear you.”

“I’m starting to get scared. Oh, look, a police officer. Officer, can you help us?”

“Yes, what is it?”

“You can hear me then?”

“Of course I can. What is it you want?”

“Could you tell us where we are?”

“Certainly. You are in a photo in a prompt run by a couple of idiots.”

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #140 by Keith Channing

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 keith@channing.info before 6 pm 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 #140

The Play by John W. Howell © 2017

“There are people out there.”

“So what. Just get your costume on.”

“They will see me before I’m ready.”

“Who cares? Once you get that jug on your head, no one will know it’s you.”

“Why is that curtain so darned small?”

“We are not a big budget show. Now put on the jug.”

“I never liked this jug.”

“You don’t have to like it. It is part of the character.”

“Why are we doing this play anyway?”

“We need to raise money for the order.”

“And who chose this particular play anyway?”

“You know very well it was selected by the master’s wife after her visit to America.”

“Yeah, that’s what scares me.”

“Now, now. Let us not say evil words about the master’s wife.”

“I’m not even thinking evil words about the master’s wife.”

“Good. Put on the jug.”

“I’ve never seen the characters in this play before. You say this is an American classic.”

“I’m told it is.”

“What is the name of the play in America?”

“It’s called Archie and friends.”

“Oh, so my name is Jughead, and that’s the reason for the jug.”

“That is what I’ve been told. Seems strange though doesn’t it?”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #139 By Keith Channing

In Keith’s words. “Using this photo 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 keith@channing.info 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 #138

Not Funny by John W. Howell.

“How did my ten-year toy get in this ice water?”

“I threw it to you, and you were looking the other way.”

“So how was I to know you were going to throw it?”

“I yelled, “Here catch.”‘

“I thought you were talking about the hot dog.”

“This is my hot dog. Why would I give it to you.”

“Cause you love me?”

“I do but not enough to give up my hot dog.”

“Speaking of dog have you seen Elmer lately?”

“No. Come to think about it I haven’t.”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“I guess it was yesterday.”

“Weren’t there six Corona’s in this bucket yesterday?”

“I don’t know I didn’t pay much attention.”

“I’m sure of it now. I counted them yesterday.”

“Why did you do that?”

“Well, Elmer has been known to imbibe now and then so I want to see how bad it was getting.”

“How bad what was getting?”

“His drinking.”

“Wait a minute. Are you saying Elmer took those beer bottles.”

“That is exactly what I’m saying.”

“I have one question super sleuth.”

“Go ahead.”

“If he took the beers.”

“Yes?”

“How did he open them. He has no opposable thumb.”

“Hmm. Let me think on that.”

“Meanwhile get your toy out of that ice bucket it looks like it is getting soggy.”

“His teeth. He used his teeth.”

“How did he hold the bottle.”

“Damn.”

“I think you need to make up another story.”

“Okay, Elmer shoots Heroin.”

“Yeah, that’s a good one.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue # 138 by Keith Channing

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 keith@channing.info before 6 pm 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 #138

Stalkers by John W. Howell © 2017

“Keep it down. He’s coming.”

“I’m afraid to look.”

“Don’t worry he can’t see you.”

“I’m still afraid. Tell me what he looks like.”

“He is wearing denim pants, a black t-shirt, and get this, he has a buzz cut.”

“A buzz cut?”

“Can you believe it?”

“Aw, this makes it too easy.”

“I know right. Wait he is carrying something in his hand.”

“What is it?”

“Some kind of bag. At least we only have to worry about the one hand. It is the right one by the way.”

“I am always concerned about getting hit by the right hand.”

“There are two of us. Don’t you think we can have our way with him?”

“There is still a chance he could smack one of us with that hand.”

“Well, this is the chance we will have to take. He’s getting closer.”

“Be still my beating heart.”

“Oh, C’mon. Be brave buckaroo. On my count, we will jump him.”

“This is the worst part. I wish I were born as someone else.”

“Why? You have a great life.”

“What’s so great about having to drop down on a mammal and hope not to be slapped flat.”

“But after you get your fill you just sleep. That buzz cut means you can hit the sweet spot on the head and he’ll never know. Now get ready and try not to make that whining noise with your wings.”

“You gotta be kidding me. All mosquitos make that noise.”

“Yeah, I was kidding. Pre-mission humor. Let’s go.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #137

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 keith@channing.info before 6 pm 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 #137

The Project by John W. Howell © 2017

“So how long have you been working this project?”

“Hmm. Let me think. I think I joined the group when I was about twenty.”

“Okay. You look about sixty. That is a long time.”

“I’m twenty-eight.”

“Oh, my goodness. I apologize. It must have been the gray hair that threw me.”

“Yeah, I can see that. I guess it fools a lot of people.”

“Any idea why your hair turned?”

“I do have an idea. It is this project.”

“OMG. I just joined this project.  Can you give me some pointers?”

“I guess I could. For one thing, if you decide on a flying buttress, do not change your mind.”

“Why would I change my mind?”

“Believe me there could be a few reasons.”

“Name one.”

“The chief.”

“The Chief? Who’s that?”

“Not who. The question should have been ‘What’s that?’”

“Okay. What is the Chief?”

“The One and Only. The Big Kahuna. The Whole Enchilada.”

“I’m still confused.”

“The being that decided it needed this Edifice Rex.”

“You talking about the Creator?”

“Among a few who would want a house like this.”

“Naw. C’mon. If the Creator wanted a house like this, it would be a snap of the fingers.”

“I didn’t say it was the Creator.”

“Who then?”

“Think opposite.”

“You mean?”

“Welcome to hell, kid.”

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #136 by Keith Channing

Using 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 keith@channing.info before 6 pm 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 #136

The Gathering by John W. Howell © 2017

“Now let me see. I think the best place for the photo might be over by that tree.”

“This shot is pretty good right here.”

“Mr. Belcheck. It is your bellybutton. Where do you want the photo taken.”

“I’m not too particular, but I’m a little shy. Could we do it without a lot of people around?”

“Hmm. I think he is talking about us, Sally.”

“I don’t think so, Mary. Why we are like family. He should not be ashamed to show us his belly button.”

“I agree, but can’t help thinking he is talking about us.”

“I’ll ask. Hey, Leroy. You talking about us when you say, people?”

“No Mary. You are most welcome to watch.”

“See I told you, Sally.”

“Who is he talking about then.? It can’t be the camera man. It can’t be the producer, nor can it be old lady Schultz the director.”

“I guess I’ll have to ask him then. Hey, Leroy.”

“What, Mary?”

“Who don’t you want to watch while your belly button is being photographed?”

“Turn around and take a look.”

“Oh my gosh. You are talking about all those readers.”

“Yes. They make me nervous.”

“Don’t you worry, Leroy. I’ll take care of them. Hey, you readers. Now is the time to close your eyes.”

“Thanks, Mary.”

“No problem, Leroy.”

 

Tuesday Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #135 by Keith Channing

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 keith@channing.info before 6 pm 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 #135

Land by John W. Howell © 2017

“Thanks for the lift my man.”

“No problem Senior Dog.”

“You can call me Trevor.”

“No problem Senior Trevor.”

“What is this place anyway?”

“It is called Fin de la Tierra.”

“What doe that mean in dog?”

“End of the Earth.”

“Ah. it fits.”

“Is there anything else you need?”

“No. I think this is all I need. Plenty of water, lots of grass and a nice lamppost. I should be very comfortable.”

“But Senior Dog?”

“Yes, what is it?”

“The water she’s salty. The grass is synthetic, and that pole is no tree.”

“Hmmm. I didn’t notice. Now that you mention it I guess I will need a few things.”

“Si Senior Trevor. Might I suggest you get back aboard and continue with us.”

“Where are you going?”

“We are going to sail to Los Cabos, Mexico.”

“You know I’ve never been there. Maybe a good idea.”

“You can work your passage.”

“What can I do?”

“Can you cook?”

“No.They don’t make body hairnets.”

“Clean?”

“Look at these paws. No opposable thumb.”

“Can you look out for things?”

“What kind of things?”

“Watch for rocks and other boats.”

“Ah ha. I think you have it.”

“What?”

“My specialty.”

“Which is?”

“Watchdog.”

“I wonder why it took me so long to get there. Jump on.”

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #134 by Keith Channing

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 keith@channing.info before 6 pm 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 #134

The Science by John W. Howell © 2017

“I’m so glad we have this break. I have been working my fingers to the bone.”

“To the bone. Sounds pretty dramatic.”

“Well maybe I have overstated the situation, but I’m exhausted.”

“What have you been doing?”

“We have been trying to solve a problem with Quantum Physics.”

“What kind of problem?”

“It is pretty complicated.”

“Try me.”

“We need to put a forty ton spacecraft into orbit with only twenty ton of energy.”

“Ah. Sounds like a Theory of Relativity problem to me.”

“Solved with a Quantum equation, right?”

“I don’t know I would try E=MC squared.”

“Hmm. Let me put that into my calculator.”

“Okay, how’s it going?”

“A little slow.”

“You need me to explain the Theory of Relativity?”

“I understand the Theory of relativity. What I don’t get  is how to clear this thing.”

“Give me that.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #133 by Keith Channing

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 keith@channing.info before 6 pm 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.”

Here is the photo.

Kreative Kue #133

Business by John W. Howell © 2107

“Hello is this the repair office?”

“Yes, ma’am. You Fix-It at your service. What can we do for you?”

“I live above the Sears store, and someone was supposed to be over to fix a leak above my window.”

“Yes, ma’am. Could I have your name?”

“Oh, of course. It is Sharon Sears.”

“Thank you. I see your work order right in front of me. The man is supposed to be there now.”

“Oh, let me look outside.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I don’t see anyone out there. There is a ladder though.”

“Ah, that’s a good sign. Let me call our man and see where he is. May I put you on hold?

“Certainly.”

“Hey, Driskoll. Where you at?”

“I’m at the Sears store.”

“Okay, exactly where you at?”

“I’m on a tall ladder looking at the roof.”

“Okay hold on.”

“Ma’am?”

“Yes.”

“My man says he is on a tall ladder looking at the roof.”

“There is no one on a ladder. The one here is short. Ladder that is.”

“Hold on ma’am.”

“Driskoll?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What’s the address of the store?”

“Not sure. It’s the one at the Parkland Mall.”

“Okay, hold on.”

“Ma’am is your store at the Parkland Mall?”

“Oh no. It’s the one downtown. We have leather crafts and gifts. The other is a hardware and clothing store.”

“Yeah, I’m familiar with Sears. Please hold on.”

“Driskoll, you are at the wrong Sears store. Get off that roof and go to 121 Bakewell Street.”

“But boss.”

“But boss what?”

“The manager paid me in advance to fix the roof.”

“How much?”

“Two thousand.”

“Yikes. Hold on.”

“Ma’am?”

“Yes?”

“My man can’t get there today. How about tomorrow?”

“What is the forecast?”

“Slight chance of rain.”

“Okay then, tomorrow. Thank you.”

“Goodbye, ma’am.”

“Driskoll. I got the other job scheduled for tomorrow.”

“How’d you do that?”

“Told the lady there was only a slight chance for rain.”

“You know that’s a lie. There’s a typhoon forecasted for tomorrow.”

“Sometimes I hate myself, but business is business.”