Kreative Kue 291

Kreative Kue 290 asked for submissions based on this photograph:

DSCF0354aJohn W Howell is a multiple nominated and award-winning author who blogs at Fiction Favorites. Details of John’s books can be found on his Amazon author page

A Decision by John W. Howell © 2020

“Well, we are here.”

“Yeah, it looks like it.”

“Shall we go in?”

“What for?”

“The whole idea was to come here and seek sanctuary.”

“I know, but to look at it now, it seems overpowering.”

“It is just a building.”

“You can say that, but to me, it means so much more.”

“How’s that?”

“See those crosses on the steeples?”

“Yeah, hard to miss.”

“It is a sacred place, and we should be respectful.”

“We are respectful.”

“I mean, we should not be going in there just to. escape our fears.”

“Then, why?”

“We should be offering thanks for the blessings we have.”

“I will give thanks for the security the building offers.”

“By the way, how do you know that building is all that safe?”

“Remember when I went on that scouting trip?”


“I snuck in there and witnessed the rector having an allergic reaction.”

“What was he allergic to?”

“Get this. Cats.”


“Yup. One of the parishioners came in with a cat. I can tell you I was scared out of my wits seeing that thing. Lucky, he didn’t see me. I suspected he had my scent the way his nose was twitching.”

“Then what?”

“The rector told her to take the cat out. He was allergic. He then started sneezing his head off.”

“So you are saying there is no cat there.”

“That’s why I chose this place. A mouse can’t be too careful.”

“Well, okay, but you have to promise we will give thanks for our good fortune.”

“Of course we will. Also, you will be glad to know the rector tends to leave a lot of crumbs after his lunch.”

“All the better. Any cheese there?”

“I think somebody moved it.”

“Figures. Oh well, crumbs will do. Let’s go.”

My effort was:

Chance encounter

“Do you recognise this place, Doreen?”

“Can’t honestly say I do. It’s not the sort of place I’d forget, is it? A great big church with a red door halfway up the wall and no steps to get to it.”

“You don’t remember coming here with me all those years ago?”

“Here? With you? Whatever for?”

“Try hard, Doreen. Think back to when you were a young woman.”

“I was much prettier then. Slimmer, too. Used to have a lovely figure, I did. My Stan used to reckon I could win a beauty contest if I’d wanted to. Could even have been Miss World. Couldn’t do that now, of course. Not unless there’s a special prize for the most wrinkles.”

“Who’s your Stan, when he’s around?”

“My Stan. My late husband.”

“What’s he late for?”

“Not late as in didn’t turn up on time; late as in dead.”

“Now I’m confused.”

You’re confused. Why?”

“Because I clearly remember standing at the front of the congregation in this church; a lot of years ago; and waiting for you to appear. When I saw you come through the back door with your father, I believed I’d never seen a lovelier sight in my entire life. I almost cried at your beauty.”


“I said almost. I didn’t actually cry.”

“Then what happened?”

“Then we got married. Then you became my wife, the first and so far the only Mrs Albert Bagshaw whom, incidentally, I don’t recall seeing these past ten years.”

“Who’s Albert Bagshaw?”

“I am, Doreen.”

“So how come I don’t know you? And why do you keep calling me Doreen? My name’s Ethel.”

“Oh, sorry. My mistake. It must have been two other people.”

“Okay. Nice to meet you, Albert.”

“You too, Ethel. There’s a café across the road. Fancy a cuppa?”

“Love one. Perhaps we can get to know each other.”

“That’d be nice…”


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 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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