keiths ramblings

    ‘I told you not to wear those stupid heels’ yelled Tom as he tried to bring the inflatable boat under control. A circle of bubbles surrounded the spinning craft as air rushed from one corner. ‘Stick your big toe through the hole and I’ll try and paddle us to the shore’. ‘But what about my… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

  . I was talking to my friend Rosey on the phone the other day when she suddenly squeaked then said “Look at the time”. I looked at the time and said “I’m looking at the time, what about it?” She said, “It’s twenty to eleven and past my bedtime!” It was five minutes to eight! When… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

What’s today? Monday. No, it’s Friday because we had fish and chips. There’s my empty plate. See? Yes, Friday. What happened to my memory? I used to win quizzes. I did – didn’t I? Why’s this happening? WHY? It makes me so ANGRY! Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. It’s like I'm staring through a… Continue reading FFfAW

    Young Tyler was gazing from the window. ‘What are you looking at?’ asked little Kate. ‘The man in the moon’ ‘Don’t be silly’ said Kate, ‘The moon’s made of cheese’ Mummy walked up behind them. ‘The moon’s a balloon’ she said. ‘No it’s not’ giggled the kids. ‘Tyler thinks there’s a man in… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

  Our feet are bare but the mossy ground is as soft as lambswool. The mist looks ghostlike, doesn't it? It's floating, drifting, tickling the treetops. Look, a busy bubbly stream. Watch it go! Let's touch it, let the ripples kiss our fingers. That's nice. There's some wiggly fish, do you see? Over there. No,… Continue reading FFfAW

Personal issues prevented me from writing and posting tales over the past few weeks, but I'm back! Here goes..... Reflecting on the past. Thinking of what might have been, what could have been, what should have been. Time had blurred the pictures in her mind. Images once vivid were vague, memories once deep,  shallow. Then a glance… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

    My wife is obsessed with cleaning. Hoover here, scrub there, wash the garden path, shampoo the cat. The other day she had her head in the washing machine. ‘What are you doing?’ I said. ‘Washing it,’ she said ‘your filthy clothes have been in here’ Last week she complained the flower beds looked… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

  In the mansion beyond the red brick wall fires crackled, tables groaned with food and servants fetched and carried. Daily, footmen prepared the master’s carriage for his visit to the factory where he walked between clanging machines, his loyal workers stooping as he passed. Days were good back then. Five scruffy urchins played in… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

  Little Millie has a special talent. She can wiggle her nose at a flower bud, and watch it open. If she frowns at an ugly slug it slithers off as fast as its slime can carry it. She can smile at a spider and sit down beside her, and get her to tickle her… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

Friday Fictioneers . . Is the palette level? Near enough Good, We’ll put pipes along the bottom then another palette on top. Great idea. Let's put some twigs there, then this palette. No, that one. OK, now some guttering, then the palette I was originally going to use. Looking good. Next, this one, then some… Continue reading 100 Words