Kreative Kue 222 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.
In Three by John W. Howell © 2019
“Yeah, I think we are good to go.”
“I’m sorry I can’t understand you.”
“What do you mean you can’t understand me?”
“Just what I said.”
“Do I need to speak up cause if I do I don’t want anyone to overhear.”
“No, I hear you fine. I just have a problem with what you mean by ‘good to go.”‘
“You’re kidding, right?”
“It means I have planted the explosives and we are ready to execute in three minutes.”
“Execute? My gosh are you sure you have the right number?”
“Is this 210-555-5555?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“My heavens no. This is Birdies Gift Shop.”
“Birdies gift sh— What the hell? This burner phone is preprogrammed. How did I get you?”
“I’m sure I don’t know, but there is no need to raise our voice, young man.”
“Raise my voice? I’m going to be forced to do a little more than that. Where are you?”
“In front of the shop.”
“No, I mean the address.”
“For some reason, I don’t think I should tell you.”
“Aw come on. I just want to say hello and maybe buy some gifts.”
“I’m sorry whoever you are. We don’t carry explosives. I’m hanging up now.”“What is it, young man?”“Can we forget this conversation?”“Why should I do that? You want me to file the assignment report, don’t you?”“For heaven’s sake. Is that you, Jenkins?”“Had you going, huh?”“You have a warped sense of humor, you know that?”“Tell me when the building is dust.”“Will do. Lance out. By the way. I’m going to get you for this.”“Can’t wait for you to try double o eight.”
My effort was
Yes, Laura; I’m on my way home now.
Where am I? I’m walking across the car park, the one in front of the old Mairie – you know, the building that lost a great chunk of its render in the riots last Michaelmas.
That’s the one.
I know it’s a long way off. I’ll be as quick as I can, but it’s going to take the best part of an hour, depending on the traffic.
You’d think, wouldn’t you? Trouble is, everything they do seems to make it worse, not better. Anyway, why did you want me to call? You know what time I’m expected.
I didn’t know you had an appointment this evening; there’s nothing in our shared calendar.
Okay. What time do you expect to be back? Do I need to walk and feed the dogs?
Fine, I’ll do that. You didn’t say what time you’d be back.
What do you mean, you won’t?
You’re leaving me?
Is it something I’ve done? Something I’ve said?
Are you still there? Laura? Hello… hello…
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 firstname.lastname@example.org 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.