Kreative Kue 292

Kreative Kue 291 asked for submissions based on this photograph:

P1020104aJohn 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

The Sale by John W. Howell © 2020

“Excuse me.”

“Yes, Can we help you?”

“Are you all friends?”

“Yes, we are. Why do you ask?”

“It is amazing to me that Easterners and Westerners can be friends, is all.”

“Well, we’ve known each other for a long time.”

“Which means you would do anything for each other.”

“Yes, that is true. We are puzzled by your questions.”

“Let me come to the point then.”

“That would be great cause you are starting to concern us.”

“This woman with me has something that I think you need.”

“And what would that be?”

“I see you all are unshod.”

“Unshod? Oh, you mean we have no shoes?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“We are taking advantage of the warm sand. Our shoes are right over there.”

“Where?”

“Oh, my goodness. They were there a minute ago.”

“Shows how fleeting possessions can become. Fear not, for we have the answer. A nice pair of shoes for each of you in your size.”

“Wait a minute. Those are our shoes.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I bought those boots in town.”

“So maybe we have a case of disputed ownership here.”

“Yeah, maybe we need the police.”

“At your service.”

“Huh?”

“In addition to a cobbler, I’m the deputy peace officer for the township.”

“My word.”

“And today, I have a special on both shoes and arrests. Both for only ten dollars each.”

“So if I want to buy an arrest for the woman?”

“Ten dollars.”

“And if I want the shoes?”

“Ten dollars.”

“Both?”

“Twenty dollars.”

“So to buy the shoes is the cheapest option.”

“You have a quick mind, sir.”

“How about my friends?”

“I can arrest them at a special rate.”

“No, I mean their shoes.”

“Two for ten dollars.”

“Fine, you have me. I’ll take the shoes.”

“That will be thirty dollars.”

“Wait, you said ten dollars for my shoes and ten dollars for my friends. That’s twenty dollars.”

“Shipping and handling. A total of ten dollars for the order.”


My effort was:

Courses for horses

“Good morning, Sir, Madam. My name is Joseph.”

“Hello, Joseph. I’m John and this is my wife, Marcia. You’re the first locals we’ve seen on this beach.”

“Locals? Is that what you call us?”

“Sorry. We… that is I assumed you lived nearby.”

“We do. But we don’t like being called locals. We find it rather demeaning.”

“Then what do you like to be called?”

“I told you. My name is Joseph; that’d be a good start. And my companions are Jacob and Mary.”

“Those are all very English sounding names for people of—”

“People of what, John? People of our colour? Is that where we’re going with this?”

“Actually, I was going to say something like that, yes. I’m sorry. It’s just that I expected you to have more Indian sounding names.”

“Because you assume that all Indians are Hindu, yes? Because the in-depth research on the area and its people that you did before coming here didn’t tell you that Christianity hit these shores before it came to Britain. Look it up when you get back – you will be surprised.”

“Again, I apologise, Joseph. How would you like us to refer to you generically? I’m sorry if locals offends, but I wanted to avoid natives.”

“Why would you feel the need to refer to us using a generic term?”

“Because I can’t, with the best will in the world, refer to a group of people whom I have never met by their given names, can I?”

“And you shouldn’t assume, just because our manner of dress, the colour of our skin and our general appearance approximates to that of people you see in the shops and streets and markets, that we live in the area.”

“So what do you suggest?”

“I suggest you open with a question, not a statement. Don’t assume we live in the area, ask if we live in the area.”

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Do you live in the area?”

“As it happens, we do. We are responsible for ensuring the rules of the beach are adhered to.”

“What, a sort of beach police?”

“There you go, generalising again. Anyway. As to our reason for approaching you; you are, in fact, in breach of one of the rules of this beach.”

“We are? Which one?”

“Hats are prohibited on this beach.”

“Prohibited? Hats? Why?”

“It frightens the horses.”

“But there aren’t any horses here.”

“Of course not. The hats frightened them away.”


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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