Kreative Kue 205

Kreative Kue 204 asked for submissions based on this photograph:
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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 Door by John W. Howell © 2019

“Shush.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to determine what is behind the door and I need to listen with no noise from you.”

“All I was doing was breathing.”

“You were snoring.”

“Was not.”

“Please hush now.”

“Okay, but I don’t hear anything.”

“From where you are I’m not surprised.”

“I’ll have you know that Russell Terriers have a very keen sense of hearing.”

“Blah, blah, blah. Now be quiet.”

“Oh.”

“What now?”

“I hear something.”

“Yeah sure, you do.”

“I do. I wish the folks were at home.”

“Why?”

“What’s the use of barking if there is no one to hear.”

“Says the terrier philosopher.”

“I mean it. Maybe we should put up an alarm anyway.”

“I wish you would be quiet.”

“Fine.”

“I think it is a wolf.”

“Yeah right?”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m staying in this bed then. You go get him.”

“You know I can’t open doors, right?”

“Then let’s just wait until he goes away.”

“Not very dog-like.”

“But no one will know if we bark.”

“The wolf will.”

“Good enough for me. Here goes.”


Meanwhile, my effort was:

The waiting game

“What’re you waiting for, Eos?”

“Mum’s gone out. Just waiting for her to come back again.”

“Did she say how long she’d be?”

“She said something to the boss.”

“What?”

“How am I supposed to know? I don’t speak human, do I?”

“Neither do I, but I can usually guess. And I know some words.”

“Like what?”

“Well, there’s no; and in. Oh, yeah – and oy. And I know that when she says Trevor in a harsh voice I’m in trouble, but when she says Trev-Trev there’s usually something to be had.”

“Yeah? I suppose we do know a few. When the boss says right then, I know it’s time for a walk—”

“And dinner…”

“Of course, Trev. And dinner. I think that means the same as breakfast. But not sweeties. But that doesn’t help me to know how long she’s going to be gone.”

“She shouldn’t be all that long.”

“Hope not. Boss isn’t as generous with the sweeties as Mum is.”

“Let’s talk about something else, shall we? Take our mind off missing Mum.”

“Okay. What?”

“When are you going to get your hair cut?”

“Soon, I hope. I wish I was like you – short hair, easy to manage—”

“True, but yours keeps you warmer in this cold weather, and helps you stay cool when it’s hot outside.”

“Provided there’s a bit of wind, yes, it does. But look at it. It’s less than an hour since the boss brushed me and it’s gone all naff again.”

“It wasn’t before you started licking, scratching and rolling.”

“I had to. I hate the way it feels when it’s all been brushed. Can’t say I’m over-keen on how it looks, either. It’s not natural.”

“Let me get this right. You don’t like it when it’s tidy…”

“True.”

“And you don’t like it when it’s not.”

“So?”

“Can you see the problem there?”

“No problem. I don’t like it. I want it short, like yours.”

“I don’t think you can have it like that. Your sort was bred for mountainous places. I wasn’t.”

“So, what?”

“So your fur is designed to keep you warm in winter and cool in summer. You’ve got layers. I haven’t. If you had it cut short, you’d probably overheat in summer and freeze in winter.”

“You’re a fine one to talk about over-eating. Why do you suppose the boss calls you porky?”

“Overheat, not overeat, Dumbo. Anyway, what’re you waiting for?”

“Mum’s gone out. Just waiting for her to come back.”

“Did she say how long she’d be?”

“She said something to the boss.”

“What?”

“How am I supposed to know? I don’t speak human, do I?”

“Neither do I, but I can usually guess. And I know some words.”

“Trev, do you ever get the feeling you’ve had a conversation before?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

“Have you ever thought about having your coat trimmed?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“Fair enough. Le’s have a sleep. Maybe Mum will be back when we wake up.”


Dad067aJPGOn 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.

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