Kreative Kue 236

Kreative Kue 235 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.

Flight of the Albuquerque by John W. Howell © 2019

“So, where are we going?”

“Hard to say.”

“Doesn’t that concern you?”

“Why should it?”

“We are flying behind a bunch of geese bound for who knows where and you are not concerned?”

“Gaggle.”

“Huh?”

“Gaggle of geese.”

“Oh, excuse me. The point is we are following them to heaven knows where.”

“We have more than enough fuel, and the winter snows are at least 500 miles off. So what is there to worry about?”

“The sun is beginning to set, and it will be dark soon.”

“We have running lights.”

“But can these geese see in the dark?”

“No.”

“What the heck?”

“We will land before it is totally dark and spend the night in a nice pasture near some water.”

“How do you know this?”

“I’ve done it before.”

‘You have?”

“Yup.”

“How long are we going to follow these guys?”

“Till we get to Miami Beach.”

“Wait. I didn’t tell anyone I would be gone that long.”

“You can call them when we land.”

“But I have work and responsibilities. I just thought we would be up here for an hour or so.”

“Didn’t I say we were going to fly south with the geese?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think a thousand miles south.”

“At least we aren’t going to South America. Besides, you’ll love Miami Beach. Plenty of grass and water.”

“Grass and water? You’re kidding, right?”

“I wouldn’t kid about grass and water.”

“You are leading me to believe you think you are a goose.”

“Gander.”

“Er….what?”

“HONK.”


Na’ama Yehuda, who blogs at https://naamayehuda.com penned this tale:

Goose-Sitter by Na’ama Yehuda

“Do they really think you’re their mama?”

“Yep.”

She stared at the small flock of geese. There were still goslings, in a way, but they no longer looked like anything but full grown, feathers puffed, beaks out to get ya in the soft parts geese.

“They’re quite tame,” Luke chuckled at her wariness.

“Tell that to the bruise that this one over there left on me the other day.”

Luke’s chuckle turned full throttle laughter. “Miles was just trying to establish a pecking order. He’s fairly low ranking and you could’ve showed him his place. Instead, you freaked and he showed you his. It’s normal goose behavior.”

“Normal for you, perhaps. I’m a human. Not a goose mama.”

Luke patted one of the geese in what Darla swore was just a showing off. “Also, they are a little antsy,” he conceded. “It’s going to be their first real flight.”

Darla nodded, unconvinced. She was already regretting her agreement to take care of any stragglers. Luke was going to fly the flock — or any of the flock who were capable — through the whole migration route. Darla was to help with those who lagged behind or proved too weak. Luke already had two in mind that he believed would end up among them, including, of course, Miles de Munch.

She wasn’t sure how she got roped into agreeing. There was, of course, Luke’s contagious enthusiasm. And his charm.

Darla sighed. She’d bail out if it weren’t for the fact that they were due to leave tomorrow and there was no way Luke would have time to find a substitute goose-sitter.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Luke’s face lit up in a manner very much like the excitement that had led her to agree to shepherd biting geese in the first place. “We’re going on one last practice fly today. Wanna come?”


My effort was

Honky-tonk Woman

“Can’t this thing go any faster, Dick?”

“I wish. I’m at full throttle, but this headwind is slowing us down.”

“Isn’t it affecting them, too?”

“You’d think, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, I would. That’s why I suggested it. Duh!”

“Don’t pick on me. Look. I’m no expert, but I believe—”

“And how is religion going to help?”

“If you’d let me finish… I believe they can modify the profile of their wings; move the feathers or something; so they can take advantage of the changing conditions.”

“And we can’t? What’s that stick you’re holding for?”

“That changes our attitude. Would that I had one to change yours.”

“Ahaha, ahaha, ahaha. Just get a shift on, can you?”

“I am pushing her as hard as I can. Just give me a break. What’s the hurry, anyway?”

“The light’s starting to fail. From what I’ve read, these blighters are likely to land for the night when we still think it’s daylight.”

“That’s true. But what’s the problem with that?”

“Won’t they land on water?”

“Maybe. Maybe they’ll land on wetlands but not on water. Or they might put down on dry land.”

“And the likelihood is?”

“Water or wetlands.”

“And can we put this thing down on water or wetlands?”

“Duh. Obviously not – we don’t have skids.”

“So what will we do if they land somewhere we can’t?”

“We’ll land close by and take off as soon as they do in the morning.”

“But what if we’re too late?”

“If we’re too late they’ll migrate without us. What’s the problem, anyway? Why are you so keen to catch up with them?”

“See that one third from the left?”

“The one that looks like one wing’s smaller than the other one?”

“That’s the one.”

“What about it?”

“That’s my wife. I want to catch her up and get her back home so my mother can turn her back into a human being again.”


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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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