Another Tuesday and another Kreative Kue. Keith Channing can explain

“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 – for reasons I have yet to fathom, pingbacks don’t seem to be working.

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.

“I don’t see anything funny about wet tobacco.”

“Well, take a look at the dog. I don’t think he finds anything funny either.”

“What would make a dog lick a pipe until it’s wet.”

“I think he would ask what makes a human try to smoke a dog slobbered pipe of tobacco.”

“I would answer the mutt, ‘Because it is all I have left you dumb dog. It would be dry if you kept your tongue to yourself.”‘

“I think he is trying to save you from cancer.”

“What about licking tobacco. He should save himself.”

“Just shows how much he loves you.”

“Let’s be clear. That dog does not love me. He finds every excuse under the sun to make me miserable.”

“Oh, come on now. How does he make you miserable?”

“Ask Joey over there. Oh, sorry Joey I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Huh? What’s going on?”

“Ralph says the dog hates him and will do anything to make him miserable.”

“Yeah I think that could be true.”

“See Joey knows.”

“So tell me how does he make you miserable?”

“For one thing, he sits on my pillow when I’m not in the bedroom.”

“How do you know?”

“Joey saw him do it. Right Joey?”

“Yeah, I sure did. He also dragged his butt across the pillow.”

“OMG, you never told me that?”

“I think he only did it once.”

“What were you doing in Ralph’s bedroom Joey?”

“Ralph asked me to keep an eye on the dog.”

“So you two have been in cahoots in collecting evidence of the dog making Ralph miserable.”

“Sure Ray. What’s wrong with that?”

“No wonder the dog hates you. You don’t trust him.”

“Ha. So you admit he hates me.”

“I’m just saying.”

“So now that we have determined the dog hates me. What are we going to do?”

“Joey do you have a suggestion?”

“I think Ralph should get another place to live.”

“Why doesn’t the dog find a new place to live.”

“Gee Ralph Joey and I like the dog.”

“What about me?”

“Not so much.”