A short story …

for Sadje’s What do you See prompt which I’m having a go at for the first time!


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ROSEY LARGE BWPLast Friday several of us met for our weekly get together at the Welcome Inn.  We were chatting away when my friend Rosey suddenly launched into her latest rhyme at the top of her voice!

‘We think we know the ones we love, I thought I knew my cat. Until the day she left for me, a dead mouse on my mat!’

When the groaning and chuckling died down we all started chatting about our own literary efforts.

Suddenly, we realised that Rosey was slowly and softly reciting a poem.

We fell silent.

‘Summer sunshine rides the breeze

as sunrays weave their way through trees.

A dappled carpet paints the ground

with shades of gold and green and brown.


But clouds of grey begin to…’


She suddenly stopped, looked down at the table and started fiddling with a beer mat. I’m sure I saw a tear.

‘That’s lovely Rosey, carry on’, said Paul.

‘No’, she whispered.

‘Oh, go on’.


Her doleful expression told us it was time to lift the mood.


‘I need to write an essay for my boss’, chirped Helen, ‘a sort of report, and I thought that I ought…’

With that Rosey started giggling.  ‘Hey, you’re a poet and you didn’t know it!’

The Rosey we know and love was back!





There are lots more stories about My Friend Rosey HERE!





Image credit; James Wheeler @ Unsplash

17 thoughts on “A short story …

  1. Sadje Sep 20, 2021 / 17:39

    I love the poem Keith. Rosey is a wonderful poet. Thanks for joining in my friend

    Liked by 1 person

      • Chris Hall Sep 22, 2021 / 08:40

        Wow! I saw there were a lot of posts, but that must be some kind of record! Has she changed much over the years?


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