Each Monday brings a new picture prompt. Last week, Kreative Kue 74 asked for submissions based on this photograph:
John W Howell, author of MyGRL and His Revenge, who blogs at Fiction Favorites, sent this:
“Do you see ’em?”
“No, you twit. Put that camera down and get over here.”
“I just can’t help recording this moment.”
“Moment? Which one? Our last you mean?”
“Oh, please. Those guys were just fooling around.”
“Fooling around? Did you see that dust and brush kicked up when they passed overhead?”
“What are you saying?”
“Those were fifty caliber machine gun bullets tearing up the ground that’s what I’m saying.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“I wish I were. I think they are trying to kill us for some reason.”
“Who are they?”
“Might be rebels I don’t know. I do know that they will probably come back.”
“Do you think they know they missed us?”
“I’m sure of it.”
“Shouldn’t we get off the road?”
“I think that will be a good idea. I need you to come back and get this car going.”
“I think you are right. Do you have the keys?”
“I thought you had them.”
“Maybe I left them in the ignition.”
“Shouldn’t we try to find them before they see us again?”
“Well, yeah stupid. I’m looking.”
“Might be easier to see them if you removed those lens covers.”
“Just find the keys okay.”
My effort was “Colour me confused“.
So there I was, standing there, minding my own business, just watching some migrating birds flying over.
Okay, I’ll admit it. I should have been standing at the side of the road, not in the middle of it, but that was the only place I could get a decent view. So many trees lining the road; tall ones, poplars and birch mostly, but some oaks, too; that I couldn’t see a thing from the edge. Easier in winter; no leaves on the trees, so you can see through them, but birds don’t migrate then, do they?
Even so; aren’t drivers supposed to notice if there’s something in the middle of the road? I mean, it could have been a motor-cycle, and car drivers are supposed to see them clearly, no matter how suddenly they appear from nowhere and never mind how fast they are going, aren’t they? Or it could have been a horse and rider, or a broken down bus, or a giraffe. Okay, maybe not a giraffe. Though one may have escaped from a zoo, I suppose, so it could have been a giraffe; or a rhinoceros, or even an elephant.
Whatever; they’re supposed to see it and deal with it, aren’t they? Slow down, or stop, or at least swerve to avoid whatever it is. Mind you, I wouldn’t be surprised if this moron was on his phone, or texting or something. And they’re not supposed to do that either, are they? It’s supposed to be against the law, isn’t it? But how often do you see people doing it, and how often do you actually see anybody pulled over because of it? Hardly ever, that’s how often. Not enough manpower, the police always say.
That reminds me of the story about a man who saw an intruder in his back yard. Four times he called the police and told them; four times they said they didn’t have any officers available. Then he called them and said not to bother, as he’d shot the intruder and killed him. You guessed it. Within minutes, five patrol cars and a helicopter turned up. They had enough manpower then, didn’t they? The fact of the matter is, people get away with things they shouldn’t, and it makes you wonder what we pay our taxes for.
I’ll tell you what the real question is, though; what’s really bothering me. I’ve seen loads of cop programmes, and every time, when somebody’s hit by a car, they go flying in the air like one of the Flying Wallendas without the benefit of a trapeze. Here’s something you might not have known. Did you know, for instance, that the leotard was named after the bloke who invented the flying trapeze act – a Frenchman by the name of Jules Léotard. Here I go again, getting side-tracked; this grasshopper brain of mine will be the death of me one day, I swear it.
So, if people fly through the air with the greatest of ease when a car hits them, how come, when it’s me hit by a car, I end up stuck to the front of it, like a ruddy fly on the windscreen?
I just don’t get it!
On to this week’s challenge:Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; and either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at email@example.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 – for reasons I have yet to fathom, pingbacks don’t seem to be working.
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.