Sunday, February 12, 2017

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Poat 1449. Sunday February 12

Sunday Photo Fiction



I was only joking.  You know what it’s like after a few beers. We were chatting in the pub, and Danny said ‘I hear John’s bought a greenhouse’.

 I said, a little too loudly, ‘Yes, he’s going to grow cannabis’

‘And sell it alongside the peanuts and crisps!’ hollered Harry.

‘The ultimate happy snack!’ chortled Charlotte.

A few heads turned our way, then toward John. John is the pub's esteemed landlord. He’s decided to try growing a few bits for the pub's kitchen; tomatoes and what-not. While I was at the bar he mentioned that all he’s managed to grow so far are weeds.

Anyway, I drove past the pub the next morning and there was a police car outside. I felt dreadful. What had I started?

I ventured back that evening with a well-rehearsed apology. At a  long table, sat a boisterous crowd tucking into a meal and drinking champagne. One of them stood and clinked a spoon against his glass. I recognised him. Seargent Jones of the local police. Actually, it was Inspector Jones. One of his colleagues had been to see John that morning and arranged a surprise get-together to celebrate his promotion.

‘Coke please John’ said I.

'You? Drinking coke? '  said he.

‘Phew’ thought I.




This week's prompt at Sunday Photo Fiction is Sascha Darlington's picture of The Eden Project in Cornwall, UK, a global garden housed in massive greenhouses the size of thirty soccer pitches.







12 comments:

  1. Interesting turn to the story! Good!

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  2. Nicely done Keith, working the prompt in there! People are always suspicious when the police car turns up.

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  3. Phew is right. You never know the impression a type a vehicle can make in your parking lot

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  4. Nice that his big mouth didn't ruin anything. Good thing John was forgiving and even joking around in the end :)

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  5. Great way to wrap an interesting story around a rather benign prompt word. I was afraid you were going to say that John was found dead the next morning, and the guilt from ribbing him the night before would be tremendous. Although I think good friends and neighbors expect a little good-natured banter now and then, we all need reasons to smile!

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  6. That gave me a giggle. Good story there Kieth.

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