for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Blur.
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There was nothing much of interest in the local newspaper until that was, he saw the result of a football match which he thought wasn’t happening until this Saturday.
The weather forecast seemed odd too.
It was the longest period of wet weather he could remember, yet it said ‘the current spell of unseasonably warm and sunny weather is set to continue’.
Then on the obituary page, he saw a photograph that made him stop dead, he was looking at a tribute to himself.
The words started spinning and everything around him became a blur except for the date at the top of the page which came into sharp focus.
He was reading next week’s paper.
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.
Keith's Ramblings 
Very intriguing story Keith
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Thanks so much, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Tell you what, Keith:
When me and Ford staged ” my death” at the SSC&B there was a point when Ford emailed me: You better not die this week…and definitely not the way I wrote in my Six!😆
What’s the song…They thought I dodged a bullet but I was the one with the gun!
Excellent Six, Keith!
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Even if you had died I am sure you’d have found a way to resurrect yourself, stranger things have happened at the SSC&B! Thanks, Nick.
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Well, yikes! Not sure I’d want to see that paper…..💞
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Me neither!
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wow! great twist
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I’m not sure Gerry would agree!
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A very haunting experience for poor old Gerry, too be sure.
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Not one I’d like!
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Nice description of the premonition. I like the wavy text in the obituary.
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Thanks, Frank, the obituary took longer to produce than the story!
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Oof, Keith, that was a tale that made my stomach take a lurch – but in a good way of course! Bravo.
Spira is right in his comment to point out: “When me and Ford staged ” my death” at the SSC&B there was a point when Ford emailed me: You better not die this week…and definitely not the way I wrote in my Six!”
So true, writing about death then hoping it doesn’t actually happen lol. I like your crumpled-up newspaper obituary too. And I wonder what the funeral song will be… (has he got time to change his tune?)
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Having just written about death, I’m in total agreement! He can change the tune, after all, where there’s a will there’s a way – assuming of course he wrote a will!
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That would be a downer!
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Literally, into a grave!
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that’s one way to guarantee the turnout for next week’s Six!
lol
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Exactly what I thought!
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Better cancel your newspaper subscription now while you still have the time!
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Thanks for reminding me, Nancy!
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How spooky!
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Just a bit!
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A time-traveling newspaper!! I’m not sure I’d be down with that. Today’s troubles are enough without borrowing tomorrow’s. Great Six, Keith.
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I totally agree, Dora! Thanks so much.
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A bit like the Ghost of Christmas Future pointing Ebenezer Scrooge to his tombstone. Would leaving the country help?
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Now you come to mention it! That’s certainly an idea.
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It’s gotta suck getting all that inside information but not being able to place the bet to go with it!
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Awesome tale! I saw the twist coming but still, it felt quite chilling.
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“he saw a photograph that made him stop dead” Overkill? Naw. A fun, well done twist!
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A nice twist, Keith… or an unfortunate one, depending on the point of view! 🙂
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Choice!!
Rod Serling would be proud of you. Or maybe this is an Xfile!
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Oh boy! That’s quite the set of realizations. Great Six, Keith!
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