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.
The Stall by John W. Howell © 2017
“I’m waiting.”
“I know, I know. I need to take my time.”
“Time? Time to do what?”
“If you must know choosing the right fabric for my dress is very important.”
“I agree it is important if you were marring the right man.”
“Now Mom. Let’s not get into that again.”
“The that which you mention is a the heart of my discontent.”
“Why mom? You know he is a man after my heart.”
“Oh, I’m sure he is after much more than your heart, my dear.”
“Not this again. For the last time, he doesn’t want any part of our family money.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Okay, he will sign a document saying he doesn’t want anything from you or dad.”
“He told you this?”
“Yes, he did.”
“This boy has a job?”
“He’s a man, and yes, he has a job. A good job.”
“Doing what?”
“He is a banker.”
“A banker? This sounds promising.”
“Well, I’m finished with my note.”
“Read it to me before you give it to the clerk.”
“Okay, mom. Here it is. Please take this fabric and put it in a bag. This is a holdup. We are desperate fugitives and will not hesitate to kill you if you don’t do what we say. Do not call for help. How’s that?”
“I think that part of desperate fugitives and killing is a little strong.”
“How about, this is a holdup and please do what we say, and no one gets hurt?”
“Much better dear. Go with that.”
