Kreative Kue 216

Kreative Kue 215 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 Target by John W. Howell © 2019

“Be real quiet. We are almost there.”

“To the target?”

“Yup. It is just beyond the tree line.”

“How do you know?”

“My GPS has it pinpointed.”

“Man, this brush is so thick I can’t see a thing.”

“I know. We will need to cut through it. We risk making a lot of noise.”

“I don’t know why we didn’t just take the road.”

“And be spotted? That would have been the end of us and our mission.”

“You sure the boss said to take it right?”

“Yeah. The order was to take it not to just look at it.”

“Alright. Don’t get testy. I was just asking.”

“You know our group is counting on us right?”

“I do. Death before failure.”

“You got it. Now if my eyes don’t deceive me, there is a trail over here. Most likely made by deer.”

“Should we follow it?”

“That’s what I’m thinking. So much quieter. Follow me.”

“Oh, this is nice. Look there it is.”

“Man. Look at the size of that silo.”

“What if we take on fire.”

“You know the orders. Avoid engagement unless provoked.”

“Roger that. I’m ready.”

“Okay on my count we will rush the silo and take it.”

“Wait, a question.”

“What?”

“There must be 100 metric tons of grain in there.”

“Yeah so?”

“Don’t you think that is a lot for us two mice to carry home?”


This week, an exercise in brevity from The Dark Netizen.

Six Word Story: Smoke

Human Factories Smoked, Earth’s Greenery Choked…


Tien Skye, who blogs at From the Widow Seat offered this amusing tale. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

It’s Good Business by Tien Skye

“… and Grampa Klaus managed to keep the factory open despite the economic recession. However, his health worsened so he handed over to his son 30 years ago. His son, Senior Klaus, had more business sense and managed to expand the factory to manufacture other products – ”

“Why are you boring me with the history of the factory?” Mr Dayton interrupted as he turned to gaze at Victor. “I called for an update regarding the negotiations.”

His right hand man, Victor, coughed and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “We are currently experiencing a bit of a problem. Senior Klaus is not interested in our proposals and -”

“Victor,” Mr Dayton interrupted again, displeasure colouring his voice. “I hired you to take care of these problems. Do what is necessary.”

Victor cleared his throat before announcing proudly. “Of course, Mr Dayton. I was about to tell you that Grampa Klaus’s health is worsening. I’m fairly certain we can arrange something to aid in his worsening health, and -”

Mr Dayton waved his hand. “I don’t care about that old fogey Klaus. It’s that abhorrent Klaus’ signature I want on the sale deed.”

“Of course, with his father’s worsening health and medical bills distracting him, I’m sure our plans are already halfway successful – ”

“I abhor uncertainty, only utter success,” Mr Dayton narrowed his eyes at Victor.

“Naturally, Mr Dayton, I have also personally been working on Junior Klaus. He is a good-for-nothing gambling addict who doesn’t care about the family business. His debt is increasing exponentially and soon, Senior Klaus has to step in to help his son regarding this matter. This is a small town and Senior Klaus is very particular about the family’s reputation. I’m sure with all this financial pressure arising from both Grampa Klaus and Junior Klaus, Senior Klaus would eventually accept our proposal. In fact, I’m fairly certain we can cut the price on the sale deed by a third – ”

“By half,” Mr Dayton stressed. “Keep the pressure on that Klaus. Arrange matters regarding Grampa Klaus and Junior Klaus. I don’t care what it takes.”

He then returned his attention back to his previous object of study. Victor followed his boss’ predatory gaze and looked at the factory in front of them.

“By this time next month, I want those repugnant buildings removed and our project to commerce,” Mr Dayton announced.

“Of course, Mr Dayton,” Victor agreed mildly and reached into his pocket for his mobile phone. Victor started to issue instructions even as the chauffeur opened the door for Mr Dayton to get into his Mercedes-Benz.

Mr Dayton would not be denied.


My effort was

Clouded Judgement

“What are you photographing, Ralph?”

“That factory.”

“Why?”

“Evidence.”

“Evidence of what?”

“Can’t you see what they’re doing?”

“Yeah – x-ray eyes, me. I can see what they’re making through brick walls!”

“You don’t need to see through the walls, Brian. You can see from here what it is they make.”

“You can?”

“Yup.”

“What?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not to me, it’s not.”

“Clouds.”

“Clouds?”

“Clouds.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Look. What’s the biggest problem facing the world these days?”

“What?”

“You heard.”

“Okay, I’ll humour you. Biggest problem. Hmmm. International terrorism?”

“Nope.”

“Poverty, starvation, polluted water, disease?”

“None of them.”

“Wars? Violent crime?”

“No. Global warming.”

“You mean Climate change.”

“Yeah. And what causes that?”

“Haha. Don’t tell me. Cows farting?”

“This is serious, Brian. And it’s not what so-called science says about carbon either.”

“Not carbon dioxide or methane?”

“No. Try this – when you look at they sky before you go to bed in winter, do you expect a colder night if it’s cloudy or if it’s clear?”

“Clear, of course.”

“Why?”

“Because clouds hold the heat in, obviously.”

“A-ha! And there’s the cause of Global Warming. Clouds.”

“You reckon? So all the science is wrong?”

“Pretty much all of it. Look at this factory and tell me what it’s making.”

“Don’t tell me. Clouds?”

“Absolutely.”

“You’re having a laugh, mate.”

“Not at all. This is a cloud factory. They make the clouds that cause climate change.”

“I think you’re losing it, mate.”

“I’m not. I’ve been watching this place for a few months and you know what I’ve found?”

“What?”

“They’re producing more cloud every day. And do you know why?”

“Go on then, tell me. I promise not to laugh.”

“It’s obvious. They’re stockpiling.”

“Hahaha. Sorry. Hahaha. Why are they stockpiling, Walt – I mean Ralph?”

“In case there’s a hard Brexit, of course.”


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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 next Monday.

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