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Kreative Kue 196

Kreative Kue 195 asked for submissions based on this photograph:
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.

The Wager by John W. Howell © 2018

“Let me buy you a drink, my man.”

“That is very nice of you given the circumstances.”

“Ah what the heck. Life is too short.”

“But it seems like one would feel a little remorse.”

“Remorse? For what?”

“Well, it seems like a pretty goodly amount of money.”

“Yeah, but you know what they say, ‘easy come, easy go.”’

“I know if it were me, I don’t think I would take it so well.”

“You have to remember who suggested the wager.”

“That’s true. I guess if you hadn’t prepared yourself to lose you never would have suggested going title to title on a boat race.”

“That part is true. You see I really had not too much to lose.”

“What are you talking about? That is a gorgeous five-masted schooner.”

“You know the old saying, ‘one mans trash, another man’s treasure.”‘

“Yeah, I’ve heard that.”

“See, I have been trying to sell that tub for over two years with no takers.”

“That is surprising. It is a classic.”

“Yes, it is. Loaded with barnacles and filled with woodworms.”

“So you are saying you are glad to get rid of it.”

“You tell me. The last salvage estimate I got was over a million.”

“Someone would pay you a million?”

“No, I would have to pay a million to get rid of it. Now, how about that drink?”

“Now it is my problem.”

“Yup and at a leakage rate of one hundred gallons an hour, I think you better figure out what to do with it. Those pumps are pretty old. Maybe tow it beyond the shelf and scuttle it.”

“Gin on the rocks.”


Meanwhile, my effort was:

Avast!

A sailor from Trincomalee
Set off for adventure at sea,
He sat in the poop
Of a three-masted sloop
With his two mates, Abdullah and Lee.

“We’re making sail for the Antilles,”
Said the captain, which gave Lee the willies.
“We’ll be in good shape
If we go round the cape.”
Does he think we’re a bunch of hillbillies?

They first passed the Cape of Good Hope
Where they were all blessed by the Pope;
But all his best wishes
Won’t wash any dishes
For that you need water… and soap.

They crossed the Atlantic at last,
After many long days they had passed
Eating off dirty plates
And fighting with mates
Till the loser was tied to the mast.

They then tried to make it a race
With a clipper going to the same place.
“We won’t be as fast
With one fewer mast”
Said Abdullah – he of the long face.

Their expressions could not have been blanker
When they saw the damned clipper at anchor.
“The *!#s must have cheated!”
The captain expleted,
“Either that, or their skipper’s a highly skilled navigator, more than worthy of his commission.”


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, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.

Kreative Kue 195

Kreative Kue 194 asked for submissions based on this photograph:
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.

Fishing by John W. Howell © 2018

“So you got me up at the crack of dawn to come with you while you fish.”

“Trust me. You are absolutely going to love it.”

“No coffee even.”

“I brought a thermos. When we get settled, we’ll have some coffee.”

“It is so chilly out here.”

“I brought a blanket. We’ll be nice and comfy.”

“What is the first thing we need to do?”

“I’ll need to show you how to bait a hook.”

“Bait?”

“Yes. Here see this worm?”

“Ew, get that squirmy thing away from me.”

“Alright, I’ll bait the hook for you. You can watch.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m putting this worm on the hook.”

“But you are hurting it.”

“Well, it is only a worm. Fish like them.”

“Do you have to stab it like that? I think I’m going to get sick.”

“It is all over. All you have to do is sit down. I’ll cast your line out to the deep.”

“What happens if I catch a fish?”

“You turn this crank and bring it in.”

“When’s coffee?”

“I’ll get it as soon as my line is in.”

“Oh wait. Something tugged on my line.”

“Quick turn the crank. That’s it, nice and steady.”

“What is that thing?”

“Looks like a nice bass. Here let me put a net under it.”

“What do I do now?”

“Take the fish off the hook.”

“Oh lord no. I can’t do that. You do it.”

“For heaven’s sake, George you have to get a grip. It is not that big a deal.”

“This thing is so slimy. I don’t want to touch it.”

“Fine. There it is off.”

“Throw it back.”

“What?”

“The poor thing. I don’t want it to suffer.”

“Of all the he-men in the world, I had to hook up with a marshmallow.”

“Oh smores. I could go for a smore right now. Where’s the coffee?”


Meanwhile, my effort was:

Gracious!

The forecaster’s mendacious
There’ll be no storm tonight;
Although he’s oft loquacious
He is seldom ever right

Those folk seem quite audacious
With their doggy on the sand
But the waves become minacious
As they fast approach the land

It’s hard to be vivacious
In the wind that’s blowing in
All gusty and ungracious
And it makes a fearful din

The sea, it seems vexatious
At the turning of the tide
And my appetite voracious
Must soon be satisfied

Now, dare I be audacious
And suggest we sally forth?
I think it efficacious
That we turn and head due north!


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, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.

Kreative Kue 194

Kreative Kue 193 asked for submissions based on this photograph:
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.

The DI by John W. Howell © 2018

“Now listen to me people. I’m going to be asking a series of questions. If you get them right, you’re good. Wrong answers will draw the usual punishment.”

“Uh excuse me.”

“What is it, Thompson?”

“The usual punishment? I’m unfamiliar with it.”

“You have to take a lap around the wheat field with your falcon.”

“Does the falcon fly or ride?”

“You have to carry your falcon.”

“My goodness. That seems harsh.”

“Look around you, Thompson. See the smiles. No one else is bothered. See they know the answers. do you?”

“I haven’t heard the question yet.”

“Yet, sir.”

“You don’t have to call me sir.”

“I’m not calling you sir. You need to call me sir.”

“Okay, sir.”

“Okay what, Thompson?”

“I’ll call you sir. By the way, sir when can I have my Falcon back?”

“As soon as I’m through inspecting him.”

“Yes, sir. Maybe after the inspection, you’ll realize he is a she.”

“I think I’m going to have trouble with you, Thompson. What was your last assignment?”

“Falconer to the king, sir.”

“What? With that attitude? What happened? You get banned?”

“Not really, sir. I received the Croix de Oiseau and a pension.”

“What are you doing here then?”

“I felt my skills could be put to use with the common folk.”

“Who you calling common?”

“It is just a term that separates the royals from everyone else. No need to take offense.”

“Okay I’m going to give you a question, and if you can’t answer it, we will see you in about eight hours.”

“I’m ready.”

“You’re ready what?”

“For the question. Oh, I’m sorry. I’m ready, sir.”

“Here it is then. How fast can a falcon fly?”

“Before I answer. How about a small wager?”

“What kind of wager?”

“If I get the answer right, you take a lap of the wheat field. Wrong I’ll take two.”

“You are on.”

“In 2016 a Peregrine Falcon broke the record for a dive at 240 miles per hour.”

“How did you know that?”

“I was there. Give me my bird. See you tomorrow.”


Meanwhile, my effort was:

Strictly for the birds

I hope that you’re all having fun
And you still have your hawks – except one
I gave one simple rule
So you won’t look a fool
But don’t fret, it’s quite easily done

There’s just one thing on which I insist
Said three times, so it couldn’t be missed
Get a grip on the jess
Or you’ll end in a mess
Coz your bird will fly off from your fist

I’m not normally given to scold
But we did say that you should keep hold
Standing there with no bird
You look frankly absurd
Why can’t you just do as you’re told?

Oh, sorry, I just didn’t know
That my mate Clive took her to show
How to cast and recall
And rewarding and all.
Perhaps I should shut up and go.


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, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.