Keith's Ramblings

for Friday Fictioneers

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My dream’s come true, I’m going to be on television!

I always knew I’d make it. After all, I’ve got looks and personality. 

I considered being a weather-man, gesticulating in front of a map. ‘Severe storms for you northerners, ha-ha-ha!’

Or a newsreader! ‘Breaking news, my glass just fell off the desk and smashed!’ 

I’d be a great game-show host. ‘That’s the wrong answer, looooser!’ 

I thought of acting, but why should someone as gifted as me pretend to be someone else?

Anyway, watch ‘Streetlife’ seven-thirty tonight – that’s me leaving the shop behind some guy that’s being interviewed in the mall!

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and providing the photo.

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for Wordless Wednesday

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As the day falls asleep, the Pavilion awakes!

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for Ragtag Daily Prompt which today is hosted by Christine. The given word is/are Nut-brown!

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That girl over there’s Hazel. She’s a bit of a nut-case, crackers  even.  Look, she’s pecan at you with those nut-brown eyes.

She likes nuttin’ more than eatin’ donuts, and adores that chocolate spread – what’s it called? 

She says her favourite country is Brazil, and she loves cocoa.

She went skiing last year, sneezed and fell over – piste…achoo! 

She often goes running, says she’d like to be Usain Bolt’s nut, so he could … well, you know!

Watch out, she’s moving. Heading for the toilets. Must be going for a pee-nut,  get it?  No?  That wasn’t very funny was it?  Time I changed the subject.

That bloke over there’s Ash. He’s barking mad. Say’s he’s branching out into …. where are you going? How rude leafing me like that.

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Tenacious and the limit, 73 words.

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I’m a winner – well, almost.

The task was daunting, but I was fearless, determined, tenacious – well, fairly.

My foe surrounded me. I stared into their eyes, casting fear in their minds – well, I thought so.

Let battle commence!

I grabbed, tackled, fought to the end. 

I triumphed – well, nearly. 

John ate thirty sprouts, Sally twenty-two and me ….  fourteen and a bit. 

So I won – well, third prize! 

 

for Friday Fictioneers

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It wasn’t my fault. There were tangled cables everywhere. A Health and Safety Officer’s worst nightmare.

I’m skilled at my job, a janitorial professional. I’ve actually been nominated for this year’s Golden Toilet Brush Award.

But even I couldn’t help getting my broom tangled up in those leads causing a microphone stand to topple onto a drum, which dropped to the floor and rolled into a double bass, which fell onto a keyboard that tipped over landing on some electric device, which sparked, smoked and burst into flames.

And worst of all?  My precious broom caught fire while beating it out!

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Dale Rogerson for the picture.

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for Wordless Wednesday

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for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

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Everyone assumes he’s a jolly chap with an outgoing personality. Well, he is for a couple of weeks a year, but he’s actually a private person who leads a quiet life in a remote little cottage with just a few pets for company. When going out, he tries his best to disguise himself, but I know who he is!

Sadly, his precious wife Nora passed away a while back. Every year, early in December he makes his way to the churchyard clutching a bouquet and his guitar. He kneels beside her grave, neatly arranges the flowers. then strums a few chords and quietly sings ‘It’ll be a blue Christmas without you’.

He stands, kisses his hand and gently strokes the words on the gravestone, ‘Nora, beloved wife of Nick’. 

Then he walks home with a spring in his step, soon to emerge looking resplendent in his red cloak and hat.  He gives his sleigh a polish and grooms his reindeer ready to set off around the world to deliver joy and happiness to children big and small! 

Thank you Santa!

Picture by artbyrandy at Morguefile.

for Ragtag Daily Prompt which today is hosted by Christine and the given word is Trail.

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You didn’t ask. You just walked into my life, an uninvited guest. 

Until then, all was pefectly ordered, gratifyingly so.  I was content.

For reasons I will never understand but forever regret, I stood aside and let you change everything;  things which until then I’d felt at one with. 

You rearranged my thoughts, my memories, my hopes, my ambitions.  I was no longer my own person.  You took over.  I looked on as you invaded my very being.

Then, as suddenly as you arrived, you walked back out leaving a trail of destruction in your wake.

                                            Why oh why did I allow you to occupy my mind?

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for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Crucible and the limit, 100 words.

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Willamena was thinking. All her friends had partners, many had little witchlings.  It was time she found a companion.

The Crucible, where she occasionally enjoyed brews and cast spells with her mates was probably the place to start.

She straightened the point on her hat, shook the dust from her gown and set off on her broomstick.

She ordered a flagon of red wine, a melting-pot of magic potion and made a wish.

Minutes later she met Walter, a wizard who was on a similar mission.

Now, they spend their evenings reading their Witchionary of Spelling and planning their future.

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I’ve done it!  I’ve actually done it! I put it off for yonks, and now it’s diddley-doddley-done!

I’ve tidied my desk!

I found all sorts of stuff.  A scrap of pizza, a pair of underpants, a dead mouse, a ten-pound note …  

Now, everything has a designated place.  Pens here, pins there, paper clips – somewhere.  Sticky tape, dikshunary (however you spell it!)  What’s this?  No idea, never mind, put it there!

Wow, what an improvement!

Now, where’s my notepad?  Where’s my coffee?  I need my glasses.  Oh heck, where are they?  

At least when it was a mess I knew where everything was!

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