Kreative Kue — 17

Kreative Kue 16, issued on this site last week, asked for submissions based on this photograph.

Two stories resulted. From Sacha Black, who blogs at sachablack.co.uk (do visit Sacha’s blog, it’s well worth following) offered what must be a cautionary tale for anyone at an auction:

The Accidental Volunteer By Sacha Black

“And it has to be gold?” I asked scratching my head.

The boat maker and wizard nodded in unison.

“If it’s not gold the magic won’t hold, you would be at sea totally exposed to her dark magic,” the wizard said taking the model from the boat maker and using his wand to make it levitate in between us, “I know the gold is expensive. But I mean she really is utterly insane Gilbert. If I were you I would just stick with the gold to be safe.”

I took a couple of steps back and rubbed my forehead.

“Right…uh…ok.”

I could feel a rising knot of panic in my chest.

“I mean I’m not sure I am the one for this job really, surely there is someone better equipped?”

I hadn’t meant to volunteer for this mission in the first place. I was arguing with my first mate in the back of the council meeting and the queen took my angry hand waving as an offer to captain this mission.

The wizard and boat maker both glared at me.

“Right… no, no. You’re right of course… I volunteered didn’t I?! Which means I have to do it.”

An anchor of dread sank in my stomach. I was captaining this mission and there’s nothing I can do about it.

My own effort entitled “Holier than dhow?” is here.

Let’s see what we can do with this image:

Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene or poem, and either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithkreates@channing.fr before 6pm on Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you).

Go on. You know you want to. Let your imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.

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  2. Sacha Black

    Here you go – and it will go live tomorrow morning here: http://wp.me/p2tAaK-uP

    Lost By Sacha Black

    “What exactly do you mean by ‘We’re lost’,” I snapped, shoving my hand on my hip.

    Reggie raised his eyebrow at me, and pouted.

    “Which bit of ‘we’re sodding lost,’ did you not understand, Syra?”

    “Well, why weren’t you following the map?”

    His moustache rippled as he gritted his teeth. A red sheen started to cover his nose and cheeks, and I thought better than to point it out.

    “Ok, so you followed the map,” I said tapping his arm as the red swelled to a deep purple, “but honestly darling, were in the middle of the dessert, weren’t we meant to be in in the capital city?”

    “THAT’S BLOODY IT, your map reading the rest of the way.”

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