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 keithchanning@gmail.com 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.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”
The Photo
The Test by John W. Howell © 2021
“Are you sure we want to do this?”
“You heard the man back there. We need to pass the test of courage.”
“Yeah, but it seems like a risk.”
“Do you really think they would do something to harms us? This is a fake.”
“A fake? It sure looks real to me. What’s that guy doing over there.”
“I’m not sure. Why don’t you ask. You are closer.”
“Yeah, by two feet. Not sure I want to know.”
“Oh, very well. Sir. Yes, you, sir. What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to reach my wife.”
“Your wife?”
“Yes, she took the same steps you are about to take and disappeared.”
“Oh my goodness. Blanch, don’t put your foot down. In fact, don’t move a muscle.”
“Okay. I’m not moving.”
“Did you hear that, man? His wife disappeared doing this stupid test.”
“I heard, and I, for one, am not going to do it. What’s the matter with those people back there anyway?”
“I’m sure I don’t know. You’d think you could trust a greeter, right?”
“I thought something was off the way he cackled after he told us we couldn’t come into the store without passing the courage test.”
“I think it would have been wiser for us just to wear a mask, don’t you?”
“The sign said it is voluntary.”
“Obviously, the greeter doesn’t think so.”
“Let’s go to Target.”













































