Kreative Kue 318

Kreative Kue 317 asked for submissions based on this photograph:

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John 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

Floria by John W. Howell © 2021

“Yeah, I get the whiff of colliander, but I think it is more like wintergreen.”

“You have got to be kidding. I don’t get wintergreen at all. Maybe parsley but certainly not wintergreen.”

“I think you may be right. I must have been having an olfactory hallucination.”

“You have to keep your head in the game Trevor. This is important.”

“See, that’s just the point. Why is sniffing a bunch of flora so damned important?”

“Okay, let me review the situation for you. We are dogs. Got it?”

“Yes, so far.”

“We have great senses of smell, right?”

“Right.”

“Our boss told us to go out and  track the flora, yes?”

“Yes, that’s correct. But —”

“So that’s what we are doing. Tracking the flora. What’s the ‘but.’”

“I think the boss was talking about tracking a person.”

“A person. What do you mean?”

“I heard him say, ‘Go track Floria.’”

“Floria? Who’s Floria?”

“He’s the guy who delivered the overripe peaches.”

“So what are we supposed to do when we catch him.”

“Have you just had a brain fart? You were there. He said to track Floria, corner him and start baring like a beagle.”

“I thought the boss was kidding.”

“He never kids about overripe peaches.”

“We better get going then.”

“I think I can detect the subtle essence of peach juice on the trail.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious. Floria is as good as captured right now. I can’t wait to bay like a hound of Baskerville.”

“Where do you get this stuff anyway?”

“I read books.”

“Maybe you out to watch a little more TV.”

“Tally-ho the peach.”

“Hopeless.”


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

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“I’m telling you, there’s a squirrel in there!”

“Where?!”

“There!”

“Come out, squirrel!”

“Come out and play with us! Now!”

“We can’t see you yet! But we can smell you!”

“Hurry out now!”

“Out! Out! Out!”

“Come on! Let’s be friends!”

“Yea! We’ll play nice!”

And sadly, it was during that morning walk, the two puppies did not make any squirrel friends. In fact, the entire squirrel colony had to migrate to a more peaceful part of the woods because of the daily harrassment.

Their excited barks were too terrifying.


My effort was:

The Hunt

“Anything yet, Trev?”

“Not yet, but…”

“But what?”

“Hang on a minute! I’m not noticing you doing any serious looking. Do you expect me to do everything?”

“It’s more your thing, though, isn’t it?”

“Why?”

“You’re a hunting dog. You hunt for things to kill and stuff. I’m a sheepdog. I was bred to round up sheep. I don’t need to sniff them out – I can see them and hear them. I then use my, dare I say not inconsiderable skill set to keep them together and safe or to move them to where they’re needed. That hardly equips me to sniff out clues on a treasure hunt!”

“Two things, Eos. One: I am a terrier, from the Latin terra which means earth. The original French name, chien terrier literally means earth dog—”

“If I can just interrupt for a second; if earth in earth dog is the same as plastic in plastic bag, then I’m afraid you are, as the humans like to say, barking up the wrong tree—”

“Well it doesn’t mean that, smarty-pants; it means simply that the earth, or soil if you prefer, is my milieu, my medium if you will.”

“And if I won’t?”

“Tough. I was bred to dig out burrowing animals: foxes, rabbits and so on. Now. Thinking cap on, Eos; although I know this sort of thing doesn’t come easily to you; what do you suppose happens to the nostrils of a dog that’s digging out foxholes?”

“You close them.”

“We try, but it’s not absolutely airtight. And that means?”

“You get mud up your nose.”

“I get mud up my nose. Well done. Now here’s the stinger. What do you suppose a nose full of mud does for the sense of smell?”

“You don’t have to talk to me as though I’m stupid, you know.”

“Then prove it by answering. What do you suppose a nose full of mud does for the sense of smell?”

“I suppose it stops it from working effectively.”

“You suppose right, my hairy friend. So that means I’m not adapted for sniffing things out in the way a bloodhound or any other scent hounds are. In fact, my olfactory response is no more sensitive than, say, A SHEEPDOG’S!”

“What are you saying to me, Trevor?”

“I’m merely proposing that you should pull your weight. Help me look for the next clue. The last one led us here and said but the writing isn’t always on the wall. What do you suppose that meant?”

“No idea, mate.”

“THINK!”

“I am doing, but I’m not bred for thinking You need an intelligent breed for that: perhaps a German Shepherd or a Lab or, I don’t know, maybe a Jack flipping Russell.”

“Shut up. I’m thinking.”

“Try not to overdo it, Trev. You aren’t as young as you used to be.”

“Hmm. The writing isn’t always on the wall. Okay. If not on the wall, then where? I’m going to look at some trees, Eos. You stay here.”

“Okay, Trev. I’ll see if there’s anything in that writing on the pathway.”

“What writing on the pathway?”

“Over there. Look.”

“Anything else?”

“It looks like part of the K is pointing to a bit of paper.”

“THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT! I’ll bet the piece of paper has the next clue on it. Eos, you’re a genius.”

“I’m glad you’ve recognised it at last. Does that mean I get first choice on the sweeties when we get home?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are Dad’s faithful companion and I’m Mummy’s special little boy.”

“And?”

“And Mummy hands out the sweeties. The best you’ll get from Dad is what he calls touch reward.”

“Pooh!”

“Good plan. Mark the spot. On three. One… two… three… and strain.” 


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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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