“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.
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.”
