Keith explains. “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.
Fuarewe by John W. Howell © 2017
“Well, another family fun-filled trip off the rails.”
“Now dear. It will be okay I promise.”
“Get in an airplane you said. Jump out the door with parachutes you said. It will be fun you said.”
“I was only trying to make the best of a bad situation. How was I to know the plane was going to crash.”
“Running out of gas could have been anticipated.”
“The fuel gauge was not working.”
“And aren’t we supposed to do a visual check of the fuel?”
“Okay, you got me. With you and the kids, I guess I got distracted.”
“So where are we?”
“Hmmm, good question. The last position I noticed before the engines shut off and Y’all started screaming had us about forty miles Southwest of nowhere.”
“See anything?”
“Just the smoke from the plane.”
“The rental plane I might add. You get insurance?”
“Muurfff.”
“What did you say?”
“No. I waived the insurance.”
“So that plume of smoke is our plume of smoke?”
“Hey, dad. I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Wait for a minute son. We need to figure out where we are.”
“I don’t think I can wait that long.”
“Fine. Go over there.”
“Over by that tree? Looks spooky.”
“Your choice.”
“I’m getting cold mother.”
“I know sweetie. It shouldn’t be too long before someone finds us.”
“I think you are right, dear.”
“What do you mean?”
“I just spotted a sign way over there.”
“Sign? What does it say?”
“It’s in Spanish. Hold on I have to focus.”
“Tell me what it says.”
“F-i-n-d-e-l-a-t-i-e-r-r-a. Fin de la Tierra. Then 1 k.”
“You idiot.”
“What does it mean?”
“End of the Earth one kilometer. Come on kids. We need to start walking.”
“It must be a joke, Right?”
“Like all things you.”
