Kreative Kue 336

Kreative Kue 335 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

You and Me by John W. Howell © 2021

“I don’t know Jacques. I would say the air is more like blue.”

“Well, either way, I don’t like it.”

“You and me both, brother. What do you suppose happened?”

“Hard to tell. You know how those idiots keep threatening each other with annihilation.”

“You don’t suppose they finally did it.”

“You have to admit, it is pretty quiet.”

“Yeah. It’s like there is only you and me here.”

“You think?”

“I almost don’t want to believe that could be true.”

“If it is, what are we going to do?”

“Um, I would say have a great time.”

“Why do you think what got them didn’t get us?”

“I think it might be we already had the bird flu.”

“So you think that’s what did them in?”

“That or maybe one too many cheeseburgers.”

“Really?”

“No. I’m just messing with you. Let’s fly to the city and see if anyone else is around.”

“If it is bird flu, those Peragine hawks are going to be all over that place.”

“Yeah, maybe you are right. Let’s fly to Starbucks. If no humans are there, then you know we are alone.”

“Better idea. Could also check Chick-Fil-A too.”

“Great point. Let’s go.”


My effort was:

It’s okay to groan.

“‘Sup, Joe?”

“Not a lot, Russ. How about you. Any plans for the weekend?”

“I thought I’d meet up with a few of the rellies. Have a bit of a ding-dong. Wanna join in?”

“Not likely, mate!”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m right off family meets. Didn’t you hear what happened to me last Friday?”

“What?”

“Well. I was hanging around, as you do…”

“As we all do, Joe; as we all do.”

“Precisely. Anyway, I was hanging around near one of those feeding places, when… who should turn up?”

“I don’t know, Joe. Who turned up?”

“Only Sheryl and Bob, that’s all.”

“Haven’t seen them in ages.”

“Neither had I, Russ. Neither had I. Well, they turn up and right behind them was their two young’uns.”

“Their girls? Ashley and Barbara?”

“None other. So, they—”

“Ashley and Barbara?”

“No, Sheryl and Bob—”

“Who you hadn’t seen for ages…”

“Do you want me to finish this story or are you just going to interrupt every five seconds?”

“Sorry, Joe. Go on.”

“Well, Sheryl and Bob said we should get together for a weekend barbie or something.”

“Isn’t that exactly what I just suggested, and you pooh-poohed the idea?”

“If you just let me finish, Russ, you’ll find out what happened, and you might just learn something.”

“Sorry. Shutting up.”

“They suggested a party, and I was all in favour of it, so—”

“Then why did you say no when I suggested it?”

“Will you shut up and listen for once in your life?”

“Sorry.”

“Like I said, I was all in favour of it. We started making plans: who to invite, where to meet, what we’d do and so on; and who do you imagine turned up next?”

“No idea.”

“You remember Jim?”

“No!”

“You don’t remember him?”

“I do; of course I do.”

“So why did you say no when I asked?”

“That wasn’t no as in I don’t remember him, it was no as in an expression of bewilderment, bafflement, surprise, shock, confusion or perplexity.”

“What‽”

“As in don’t tell me Jim turned up! Nice use of the interrobang, by the way.”

“Thanks. I don’t think I use it often enough. Anyway, whether you want me to or not, I will tell you that Jim turned up. And he didn’t just turn up.”

“He didn’t? What else did he do? Did he want to join in the party?”

“No, he didn’t. Did you know he joined—”

“The police? I thought everyone knew that.”

“I didn’t until I saw him strutting around in his uniform. Looking and acting like a complete—”

“Constable?”

“Near enough. Anyway. He stands there, listening in for a while, whilst we’re discussing our plans.”

“Then what did he do?”

“I’m just about to tell you. He stands up all official like and says, ‘Slow Joe Crow, I am placing you under arrest. You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.‘ Then he cuffs me.”

“That must have been difficult.”

“Why?”

“You don’t have any arms.”

“That’s not how they do it. Have you never been arrested?”

“Not to my knowledge, no.”

“Well, they put rings around your legs and kind of join them together, and a big bungee goes around your chest and back so you can’t use your wings.”

“The blackguards!”

“Precisely.”

“What happened then; after he arrested you?”

“I asked him what I was charged with.”

“And what did he say?”

“Conspiracy to commit a murder!”

[Now would be a good time to groan.]


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Due to the demands of NaNoWriMo, I am suspending Kreative Kues until November is over. The next will be on Monday 6th December. 

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 on Sunday 5th December (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 time.

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