keiths ramblings

  When I am old Does it mean I’ll be wise? How far will I see With my tired old eyes?   If I become frail And a little bit ill I’ll need to know What’s over the hill   To see what’s beyond I’ll climb to the peak At least, that’s the plan If… Continue reading FFfAW

‘¿Eduado por qué hablan en inglés?’ ‘I’m speakie English because I wanna tourists come to our bar Marianna’ Eduardo and Mariana ran La Cocina de la Abuela in Mexico City. Things had been a bit slow of late, so Eduardo thought he could increase their trade by welcoming foreigners with open arms. ‘¿Por qué cambiaste… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

Friday Fictioneers     ‘Forward’ ordered Gideon. Hercules his trusty horse tugged on the rope and for the last time, narrowboat Marion set off along the canal. That night he carved his initials and the date on the cabin door and walked away. Gideon sold Marion. Hercules went to a new home. * ‘How old is… Continue reading 100 Words

      It was late, very late. Silver shards of moonlight led me twixt trees and bushes then into a clearing. I felt hot breath on my neck. I turned and held out my hand, but saw no one. I heard music, a melody sweet as honey. Looking up I saw her,  atop a… Continue reading The Sunday Whirl

  . ‘What’s in that one?’ he asked. ‘Strawberry jam’ she said. There were dozens of jars. ‘And that one?’  ‘Preserved fruit’  After her husband departed, she started making stuff; marmalade, chutney, and the like. ‘That one looks interesting’ he said. ‘Inspector’ she said, wishing to change the subject. ‘I’m sure you’re not here to… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

‘See that fountain’ said Billy. ‘grandad said you have good luck if you throw three coins at it’. ‘Really?’ said Ollie. ‘Yes, he did it somewhere beginning with I and turned around and trod on a pretty girl’s toe and they got married’ ‘But your Gran isn’t pretty she’s old and wrinkled’. ‘She wasn’t then.… Continue reading Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

    ‘See him in the shorts? He’s thinking of buying us and sticking us in his pond’. ‘No! I hate getting my feet wet’. ‘Hey, did you hear about Norman the Gnome and Flighty Felicity the fairy from next door?’ ‘Him with the bare bum?’ ‘No the chap with the fishing rod. Seems Felicity… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction

  Tom hadn't been back for seventeen years. The coffee bar was still there. He ventured inside. He noticed a girl, drinking a smoothie whilst staring at her mobile phone the way teenagers do. Something about her reminded him of Alison. They used to sit there. They even scratched their initials on the tabletop! He… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers

    We sit shoulder to shoulder in the cramped cabin, buckled into our tiny spaces. A crew member goes through the emergency procedure, her arms shooting forward then out the sides. A group of young men, already in the party spirit yell ‘I must, I must, must improve my bust!’ Businessmen sit reading, ignoring.… Continue reading FFfAW

  I can still see us on the patio, relaxing in the sunshine, only moving now and again to pour another glass of Sancerre or nibble on a tasty morsel of tapas. We'd pluck oranges from our tree and grapes from the vine. We’d occasionally stroll down the street to Lola’s Cantina, or laze under… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction