Kreative Kue 157

Kreative Kue 156 asked for submissions based on this photograph:

My thanks to John W Howell, author of the John Cannon trilogy of My GRL, His Revenge, Our Justice and Circumstances of Childhood, and who blogs at Fiction Favorites, who sent:

My Friends by John W. Howell © 2017

“Can you hurry up?”

“One minute. I want to remember this moment with my friends.”

“You’ve taken about twenty photos already. It’s time to leave. We will miss our train if we don’t go now.”

“Do you see how the flower turns toward me when I start to take a picture?”

“No, I don’t see that at all.”

“I think these flowers would like to come with us.”

“You have got to be kidding me. They are planted here.”

“See that fence. Why would you have a fence if they weren’t trying to keep them here?”

“Uh. Maybe to keep nuts like you out of here. You see the no picking flowers sign?”

“Yeah, I saw it. That’s like putting a no touching the prisoner’s sign in a jail. They don’t want any escapes.”

“Listen to yourself. I think you need some help.”

“If we grab as many flowers as we can hold we might have a chance to free most.”

“Where do you get these ideas?”

“I hear voices.”


“Yes, voices.”

“Okay, now I’m concerned. Where do these voices come from?”

“From the little leaves all around me. They say. “Take me home. Take me home.”

“You sure that’s not your phone.”

“I’m sure.”

“Well, I’m going to leave now. Coming with me?”

“Can I bring a friend?”

“No. It is against the law.”

“Even a little friend?”

“Like one of those leaves?”


“Fine if you must.”

“Hear that guys? Who wants to go with me?”

“For heaven’s sake.”

“I can’t make up my mind. They all want to go.”

“Look. I’ll get you a package of baby spinach if we leave now.”

“That will do. Let’s go.”

My effort was:


“Why are you holding your phone like that, mate?”

“Trying to get a signal.”

“Shouldn’t you be holding it higher, then?”

“You’d think, wouldn’t you? But the manual that came with it… hah, manual, they call it, more like a sheet of paper saying the same thing in eighteen languages… says otherwise.”

“What’s it say?”

“No idea what it says in the original Korean, or Chines, or Japanese, or Vietnamese, or Cambodian or whatever—”

“What does it say in English, idiot?”

“It says – and I’m quoting here – ‘in case not good signal or interrupt, check battery. Better signal by ground’. What do you suppose that means?”

“It seems to suggest what you’re doing, but it can’t mean that, surely?”

“That’s what I thought, but they should know.”

“Here’s a question. Have you ever had a decent signal on that phone?”

“Hard to say, I only bought it this morning. First time I’ve tried using it.”

“Where’d you buy it?”

“Some bloke on the street. Reckoned it was as good as the brand leader.”

“Which brand leader?”

“Bloke didn’t say.”

“And you didn’t think to ask?”

“Didn’t think I’d need to. He explained the thing to me, gave me all the low-down—”

“Hahaha, good one. Low-down. Looks like you’re putting it into practice, too.”

“Yeah. Big joke.”

“How’s the battery?”

“What d’you mean?”

“How much power is left in the battery?”

“Dunno. Bloke said it’s not reliable until it’s been through a few charging cycles.”

“And have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Put it through a charging cycle?”


“Why not?”

“One: I only got it half an hour ago. What time have I had to do that?”

“And two?”

“He’d run out of chargers. Reckoned I could get one off eBay, no trouble.”

“You’ve been had, mate. Let’s have a look at it?”


“Just give it here… What you’re seeing on the screen is the protective film with an image on it. It isn’t even turned on. Where’s the paper say the on-switch is?”


“Why not?”

“He only showed me the paper. Only had one, he said, so he couldn’t give it to me.”

“Was it in a box?”

“What, the paper?”

“No, idiot, the phone.”

“No. He just took it from his inside pocket.”

“Weren’t you even a bit suspicious?”

“At that price? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Like I said, mate. You’ve been well and truly had.”

“Why, that lousy, low-life—”

“Not the only low one, is he? Hahaha.”

On to this week’s challenge: 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 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.


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