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.
My Friends by John W. Howell © 2018
“Can you hurry up?”
“One minute. I want to remember this moment with my friends.”
“You’ve taken about twenty photos already. It’s time to leave. We will miss our train if we don’t go now.”
“Do you see how the flower turns toward me when I start to take a picture?”
“No, I don’t see that at all.”
“I think these flowers would like to come with us.”
“You have got to be kidding me. They are planted here.”
“See that fence. Why would you have a fence if they weren’t trying to keep them here?”
“Uh. Maybe to keep nuts like you out of here. You see the no picking flowers sign?”
“Yeah, I saw it. That’s like putting a no touching the prisoner’s sign in a jail. They don’t want any escapes.”
“Listen to yourself. I think you need some help.”
“If we grab as many flowers as we can hold we might have a chance to free most.”
“Where do you get these ideas?”
“I hear voices.”
“Voices?”
“Yes, voices.”
“Okay, now I’m concerned. Where do these voices come from?”
“From the little leaves all around me. They say. “Take me home. Take me home.”
“You sure that’s not your phone.”
“I’m sure.”
“Well, I’m going to leave now. Coming with me?”
“Can I bring a friend?”
“No. It is against the law.”
“Even a little friend?”
“Like one of those leaves?”
“Yes.”
“Fine if you must.”
“Hear that guys? Who wants to go with me?”
“For heaven’s sake.”
“I can’t make up my mind. They all want to go.”
“Look. I’ll get you a package of baby spinach if we leave now.”
“That will do. Let’s go.”
