A tiddly tale

Keith's Ramblings

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It’s quiet but for the sound of my footsteps, creaks and groans. 

I stop and stare, unable to concieve how different things look. I was once so proud of it, how could this have happened? 

Years ago, it was pristine, but all I see now are cracks and stains, a clock, stopped. Things once orderly, an abandoned mess. All that remains of the past are memories that echo in my mind, those not yet slipped away. 

I’m rooted to the spot. I cannot believe what I’m seeing before my eyes.

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By the way, that was just me stirring from my bed a couple of hours ago and looking at my reflection in the mirror for the first time in ages!

You should what my old house looks like since its new owners wrecked then deserted it!

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This week’s words at The Sunday Whirl are – rooted years footsteps creaks look stir hour loop clock echo before slips.

I used all but one and changed the tense of a couple!

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  5. Violet Lentz's avatar Violet Lentz Nov 10, 2025 / 18:15

    You need to do that little skedaddle past those mirrors! Nothing good ever comes from looking directly in one at this age! hehehehe

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