Kreative Kue 202

Kreative Kue 201 asked for submissions based on this photograph:

John W Howell is the author of the John Cannon trilogy of My GRL, His Revenge, Our Justice and Circumstances of Childhood, co-author of The Contract, and blogs at Fiction Favorites.

The Wait by John W. Howell © 2018

“What the heck is he doing?”

“Let me adjust my scope. Ah yes. He is eating.”

“Eating? What is he eating?”

“Looks like sunflower seeds.”

“God in heaven.  I hope he doesn’t plan to sit there and eat a bag of sunflower seeds.”

“I think that is exactly what he is going to do.”

“You don’t think he is connected to Mendoza do you?”

“I think that is some schlub who is on holiday. His license plate is from the Avignon area.”

“He could be a mule you know.”

“I don’t think so. What mule have you ever seen in a van munching sunflower seeds?”

“There is always a first time.”

“Man I hope this guy moves on.”

“Yeah, I hear you.”

“He’s got about fifteen minutes until Mendoza shows up then all hell will break loose.”

“You think Mendoza would take him out?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“Anyway to warn him?”

“I don’t think we can get down there and then back up here in time. I think he’ll just have to take his chances.”

“He’s alone right?”

“Looks that way.”

“Well, I guess all we can do is pray.”

“Maybe I can take out Mendoza before he has a chance to hurt that old man.”

“Sounds like a long shot but then that’s what you are good at doing.”

“What a nice thing to say. Thanks.”

“Well, it’s true.”

“Still nice to hear. Oh, wait. The old guy is getting into his van.”

“Come on old man. Start it up and get the hell out of here.”

“He going.”

“Thank heavens.”

*

“Mendoza, you hear me?”

“Yeah old man I do.”

“I was at the rendezvous and no sign of the feds.”

“Excellent. You stay a while.”

“I did. Even had some sunflower seeds.”

“You look pitiful?”

“The most pitiful. If there had been anyone waiting for you, they would have come to warn me. I think the area is safe.”

“Thanks, old man. When I get back, I’ll be sure to reward you handsomely.”

“No need my boy. Your safety is reward enough. After all, you are my number one son. See you later.”


And this from Kristian, who blogs regularly at Tales from the mind of Kristian.

Target Acquired

Right, Target Acquired.” The sound of clicking guns didn’t carry beyond the abandoned rooftop.

Wait, She doesn’t look like the criminal type.”

She may not look it, but she’s dangerous!

What did she do?

She doesn’t use her indicators when driving.”

“Fire when ready!”


Meanwhile, my effort was:

Looking down

“What do you think, Boss? Are you ready for her?”

“Bring me the book, and open it to her profile page.”

“Okay..”

“Let me see… good enough life; brought up four kids, mostly on her own—”

“That’s no mean feat, and they turned out alright, didn’t they?”

“Mostly, it seems.”

“Anything negative?”

“You looking for excuses to send her downstairs?”

“No, of course not. But you know what he’s like. If we overlook something – even by accident…”

“Nothing I can see. Active; sporty – loved skiing before her hip gave out; helped out at church functions; taught little kids—”

“What about that business with that bloke? Went on for a long time.”

“Do you want me to revisit the relationship you had with that prostitute?

“Must you always bring that up? How many times do I have to tell you – nothing happened!”

“So you say, lad. So you say. But I’ll keep bringing that up as long as you keep harping on about people being less than perfect in their relationships. For your sake! People have emotions. People form relationships. Most work out but some don’t. If even you couldn’t get it right every time, how can you expect them to?”

“Okay, okay. Let’s take it as read that the relationship isn’t an issue. What you’re saying, then is that she’s okay to come home.”

“Yes I am. The next question is the one you asked first. Am I ready for her? Or, to put it another way, is she ready to come home?”

“And are her loved ones down there ready for her to come home?”

“One thing at a time. What is her life like now?”

“Mostly happy, I think. Certainly she is today. She’s on holiday, being looked after by her eldest.”

“So why is she on her own in that car park?”

“The youngsters have climbed a steep hill to look at a viaduct or something.”

“That’s nice.”

“Yeah. They’ll be back down soon, then they’re talking about having lunch in the town at the bottom of the hill.”

“So, for the time being, she’s okay. No pain?”

“Some, but it’s managed and she’s coping with it”

“Great. So we’ll hold off for a while. But keep a close eye on her, okay?”

“I’ll put my best man on it. He knows what to look out for.”

“Good. I hate this business. I want to call her, like I want to call everyone, before life becomes intolerable. Trouble is, they’ve got the technologies now to keep the poor sods going long after they should be gone. “

“This one’s not there yet, though, surely.”

“No. She should be good for a few years yet, but please – have your man keep an eye on her. Don’t let her suffer.”

“Then pick a good time; right?”

“There’s no such thing as a good time; you know that. Especially not for her loved ones.”

“What about the job she was sent down to do?”

“We can’t mention that whilst she’s still there. If downstairs catches on she’s one of ours…well, you know him and his obstacles.”

“Indeed. We’ll talk about it when she’s back?”

“Nope. She won’t know.”

“So how do we measure success?”

“The human race hasn’t wiped itself out yet, has it?”

“But how long can we keep running interference operations to prevent total self-annihilation?”

“As long as it takes, lad. As long as it takes.”


img_1652aOn 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 next Monday.

8 thoughts on “Kreative Kue 202

    1. Thank you for joining in. I now appreciate how the British royal family must have felt when they were obliged to open Buckingham Palace to the public.
      As we passed through the various forts and palaces in the Golden Triangle, I thought about and was in awe of the people who had lived and loved in them, who had fought and died defending them, as well as the countless souls who had devoted their lives to designing and building these magnificent structures.

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        1. My wife and I spent 10 days in southern Kerala in 2016, then we took my father-in-law early last year to Delhi, Jaipur and Agra. There’s a great deal more of the country we’d like to see, but I’m afraid we fell in love with Kerala (as the Keralites I worked with in Dubai in the 70s and 80s said I would), and we’d love to go back again – maybe for a bit longer.

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