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 your offering (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before Sunday evening UK time. 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. Thank you for taking part.”
A link to Keith’s post
https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2022/10/17/kreative-kue-382/
The photo.
Memories by John W. Howell © 2022
“What do you have there?”
“It’s an old photo.”
“Let me see. OMG, it’s of that stupid van.”
“Whatya mean stupid van? We had a lot of fun with it.”
“I have to admit we took it to a lot of places when we were young.”
“We could see things we never would have been able then. Good times”
“Yeah, okay. I also remember some of the not-so-good times. Like the day you pulled up in it to take me out.”
“Your dad sure had a lot to say, didn’t he.”
“You blame him? Some hot blood pulls up in a bedroom on wheels. I remember that silly grin on your face too.”
“I didn’t own it. Then I had just borrowed it .”
“And I remember watching television that night with my dad watching you.”
“We can laugh about that now.”
“I suppose we can. At least we don’t have to travel like that anymore.”
“I have a surprise for you.”
“The tone in your voice is the same as when you pulled up the first time so long ago. I can never forget that tone. So tell me, my worst fear is not coming true.”
“What is that?”
“That somehow you found a van like the old one sitting on the driveway.”
“Nah. I wouldn’t do that.”
“Thank heavens. So what’s the surprise?”
“Two first-class tickets to Paris. We’re going top drawer.”
“I can’t believe it. Sounds great.”
“And we can check out a new van while we are there.”
“Don’t tell me.”
“Just messin’ with you. Nope, five-star hotels and a leisurely six weeks to see the country. We even have a driver.”
“You are the best.”
“No smooching in the back seat, though.”
“Is that a dare?”









