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.
New Moo by John W. Howell © 2020
“Hey, Roy. How do you do that?”
“What?”
“Move on the water.”
“Oh, that. I got this new thingy.”
“New thingy? What’s it called?”
“Moo Mover Handbasket.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nah. it’s the latest thing.”
“How does it work?”
“You stand on a board and aim it with your feet.”
“Wow. Who would have thought?”
“Guy Dinkus.”
“Who?”
“The human who invented it. He got tired of slow-moving Moos, so he made this.”
“Does it work on land?”
“That’s what it was developed to do. I’m just using it for fun here in the lake.”
“Where’s the rest of your Moo members.”
“They went off with Guy.”
“Where’d they go?”
“Not sure.”
“How long ago?”
“Ten days.”
“Roy?”
“What?”
“You think Guy did something bad with them?”
“Like what?”
“I heard tell of a place called the abattoir.”
“Abattoir? What the heck is that?”
“It is the Moo equivalent of hell.”
“What goes on there.”
“Moos come in and then come out in little white packages.”
“Goodness, I hope not, but I have an uneasy feeling.”
“Why’s that?”
“The last thing I heard Guy say as we hit the road.”
“By the way. Why aren’t you with the Moo Members?”
“I was but took a wrong turn. Guy never missed me.”
“Okay, so what did he say as you hit the road?”
“Saddle up, ladies. We’re going to hell in a handbasket.”
“You dog.”
“Make that you, Moo. Hahahaha.”
