Kreative Kue 186

Kreative Kue 185asked 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, co-author of The Contract, and who blogs at Fiction Favorites, who sent:

Today’s Special by John W. Howell © 2018

“Okay pops. Time for a toast.”

“Hold on son. I don’t believe the barman gave me a whole pint.”

“It looks full to me.”

“See this head on here. That is nothing but air. I think there is some missing.”

“Dearest?”

“What Ducky.”

“There is a guy with a camera recording you right now.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll be paying for a pint, and I want a pint. Oh, Barman?”

“Yes, sir what is it.”

“Look at this stout.”

“Yes, sir it is that alright.”

“I mean this is supposed to be a full pint. Look at the head on top.”

“Yes, sir. The head is what gives the stout its creamy flavor.”

“It also takes up the room.”

“That it does sir.”

“What do you say about that fact.”

“It is definitely a fact sir. Now if you will excuse me.”

“Not so fast my good man. I’m paying for a pint and I expect a full pint.”

“Yes, sir. Take a draught of your pint then.”

“Why Do that?”

“If you do that and hand it over to me, I will refill it, and you will have your full measure.”

“Capital my man. Here it is.”

“Yes sir and here you are. Now I need to attend to the other customers. Will there be anything else.”

“No, you’ve taken care of everything. Wait. What about the next pint?”

“On the house sir. On the house.”

“This is a great place.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now son the toast.”

“Thank you. Ahem. Here’s to you, pops and your enjoyment of your stout.”

“Thank you, son. It does taste especially good.”

“I reckon its cause it is ninety-eight percent spit-free.”

“You are kidding me?”

“Sure pops I’m kidding.”

“Son?”

“Yes, mom.”

“You are kidding right?”

“Sure mom. You know me. A laugh a minute.”

“That’s why I’m worried. Horace, put that stout down.”

 


My effort was:

Luncheon meet

Ted and Jackie had left their office for some lunchtime refreshment when their boss, Nobby, joined them and bought the first round.

“Tell me again, Nobby,” Ted said, ”How is it that we have to drink water and you’ve got yourself a pint of beer?”

“It’s all about relationships, Ted.”

“What, me and Jackie? You have a problem with us?”

“No, you two and me. You work for me. You do as I tell you. I’m the boss in exactly the way that you aren’t. Either of you.”

“That’s hardly fair, though, is it?”

“Life isn’t fair. Get over it.”

“So what’s the plan for this afternoon?”

“You two work while I supervise.”

“Supervise. Hmm. Is that boss-speak for sleeping the beer off?”

“Careful, Ted. Remember; there are lots of people would love your job.”

“I know that, don’t I? I could tell by the number of applicants who came in for interviews for the post. How many was it again? Oh yes. One. Me.”

“Can I just say?” Jackie asked tentatively.

“Only if it’s something worth listening to,” Nobby replied.

“Well, you know you’ve got something of a reputation among the girls at work, don’t you?”

“That’s news to me. What sort of reputation?”

“Ooh, let me think. Despotic, demanding, misogynistic, narcissistic, a self-promoting user with delusions of competence who thinks he’s God’s gift to women and… what was the other one? Oh yes, I remember? Total bastard.“

“You must be confusing me with someone else, Jackie. That new director, perhaps. I can’t imagine anyone seeing me like that; especially people who know me and work for me.”

“And there’s the problem. Somewhere along the line, you need to see yourself as other people see you. It’s not a nice picture.”

“You do know that you’re placing your position in my crew in jeopardy, don’t you?”

“I was thinking of moving there anyway. Seems there are loads of jobs there.”

“Where?”

“In Jeopardy.”

“Very droll. Drink up your water and get back to the office before I decide to sack you on the spot.”

“Fire Jackie and I walk, too,” Ted said as calmly as he could, holding back his anger at the way the conversation was developing.

“Suits me, lad. The place could do with some new blood. You’ll work off your three months’ notice, of course.”

“In your dreams, Pal!”

Ted and Jackie stormed out of the pub, leaving Nobby alone with his pint of beer.

“Thanks, guys, that’s a wrap!” Geoff said, “Nobby and barmaid, places for scene 15, please and… from the top. ACTION!”


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 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, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.

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