keiths ramblings

  . I found my friend Rosey sitting in her garage looking rather sad. “What’s up?” I asked. She said she’d lost some of her friends. I remembered a quote I saw online. “In life we never lose friends, we only learn who the true ones are” She adopted one of her confused expressions; not… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

  . Jack was always a risk-taker. As a kid, he’d climb the highest up trees, walk along walls, dash across busy roads rather than wait. And so it was as he grew up. He applied for a new job. Why? He was already earning a fortune. Risk management of all things. It worked out… Continue reading FFfAW

    Blue cap and shirt, black backpack. Target spotted guv. He's weaving through the crowd, now shift. It's so bloody crowded. He’s at passport control, get a move on. I’m trying guv. Well, try harder man. Almost there guv He’s through, push past the queue, move move move. Officer checking my security pass guv,… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

.   Suddenly the lights of Paris seemed less bright. They stood inches apart but separated by the cold steel of a carriage door. With a menacing roar, the train started moving, slowly at first, prolonging the agony of those final heart-wrenching moments. He choked on his emotion; she sobbed, tried to speak, but couldn’t.… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

  The shore is hers alone. A fine drizzle washes away the tears that stream down her ashen cheeks. Wandering along the water’s edge, she watches the foaming waves flow and ebb leaving lines in the sand. She stoops to trace a heart with her finger and gazes forlornly as it washes away. Atop the… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

. . That one’s oil, this one’s fertilizer and the big one is my secret supply of whisky! She doesn’t allow me to drink. I need the small red one. Right, off to the kitchen! I've fried the onions, browned the meat, and added tomatoes and herbs. The pasta's boiling. I think that’s done. Let’s… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

‘Twas twilight. Upon the bank of a tumbling stream, a chestnut steed nibbled tufts of green grass. A limp wet body lay in the shallow water, one wrist held high, knotted in the steed’s reins. An expressionless face, its pale cheeks grazed and bleeding. At daybreak, the steed was discovered, alone. The water was still;… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

  I was standing outside Qaanaaq train station in Greenland one day. It was snowing, hard. I needed somewhere to stay. Suddenly a sled stopped alongside me. There was a strange ball of fur on the sled, and to my surprise, a voice came from it! I then noticed two little eyes peering at me… Continue reading FFfAW

ALLOW ME TO READ IT TO YOU!   . “Have you seen my scarf darling, the blue one?” called Jonathon as he searched under the coats and jackets that hung by the door. Julia sighed, and with a half smile said:  “You’d lose your head if it wasn’t screwed on!” Just lately one thing after… Continue reading A short story

 .I enjoy a good nightmare. It’s like watching a horror movie without buying a ticket! Plus, I usually have the starring role. I was in the mood for one last night so I ate loads of cheese before I went to bed – it usually works. I was snoring in seconds.I found myself in a… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction