In Keith’s words. “Using this photo 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 – 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.
Lullaby of Birdland by John W. Howell © 2018
“Yes, ma’am that’s correct. Derick Dazzle of Chanel Ten News.”
“Oh, my. What brings you out on this gloomy day?”
“We have received many calls from our viewers wondering what you are doing.”
“I can’t imagine anyone calling a TV station about me. Why not just ask?”
“I’m sure I don’t know ma’am. My producer sent me here to get your side of the story.”
“My side. What are people saying? Also, please quit calling me ma’am. My name is Princess of Flight.”
“Ah, Princess of Flight, huh? How did you get that name?”
“I’m sure I don’t know. It has been my name forever. I suppose my parents gave it to me. You still haven’t told me what people are saying?”
“Well Princess, they are saying you must be mentally unstable.”
“Unstable? Why is that?”
“You sit here every day with big bags of bird food and feed these pesky pidgins.”
“Who says the pidgins are pesky?”
“Everyone. They are known to make a big mess here in the plaza.”
“They are one of God’s creatures and deserve to be treated fairly. I am looking out for them.”
“I can see that, Princess. Doesn’t it bother you that people think you are not doing the right thing?”
“Who says I’m not doing the right thing?”
“Well, feeding pests seems to be wrong.”
“Would everyone be happy if these so-called pests disappeared?”
“I suppose they would.”
“Good. You see I run a restaurant across town, and one of my most popular dishes is squab under glass. Eventually, I will have served every last one of these fat beauties. What do you think of my mental state now?”
“I think I need to go home and lay down.”



















































