This is a photo prompt by Keith Channing. He will explain what is going on. “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.

The Dog Statue by John W. Howell © 2016

“You say that thing is a statue?”

“Yup. That’s what my grandpappy told me.”

“It looks so real. In fact, I don’t trust it.”

“I don’t either.”

“Oh come on. It’s been standing like that since we got here. You two are just being chicken.”

“You think? Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

“What do you mean?”

“We are chickens you, idiot.”

“Never mind that. There is no reason to be afraid of a statue.”

“How are you so sure it is a statue anyway. You said something about your grandpappy?”

“Yeah, my grandpappy told me about the statue when I was just a chick.”

“Where’s your grandpappy now?”

“Oh, he passed away.”

“Passed away? How? Old age?”

“No one in the family knows for sure. It’s a mystery.”

“Tell us about it.”

“The only thing the family knows is grandpappy said he was going out for a stroll and that’s the last anyone heard of him.”

“A stroll? Where?”

“He said he was going for a stroll in the dog statue garden.”

“And that doesn’t tell you something?”

“Like what?”

“Like the last thing to see your grandpappy alive was a dog statue.”

“I never thought of that. Too bad that statue can’t tell us what happened.”

“Excuse me but I gotta go.”

“Me too.”

“Aw don’t go. Come back you guys.”