FOND FAREWELL: Keith Hillman When my mobile rings and I see my friend Rosey’s name on the screen, I know to hold the device a couple of inches away from my ear to lessen the pain of her shrieking greeting! But yesterday it was different. I heard nothing. At first, I assumed she’d pressed a wrong button and cancelled the call; she’s still not completely got the hang of her fancy new Apple Pip’ as she calls it. I…
#FridayFotoFiction: #Week8 BARREN A vacuous air of silence had enveloped Deerwood drive. The benches were lying barren. Not a bird in sight, let alone people. A disaster had befallen upon this lovely clearing. A bunch of cold hearted miscreants had ruthlessly massacred the visitors of this park-octogenarians, children, lovers, joggers, dogs and their walkers and many others. This ironically happened on a bright, sunny day. Now all that remained was a crestfallen, silent and deserted Autumn patch. No gleeful children,…
#FridayFotoFiction Arrive The Winter chills were yet to arrive, as Autumn had long extended it’s stay. Long walks with Layika, as the weather romanticised with all and sundry, formed an integral part of her morning ritual. Today the alarm didn’t go off. She had scrambled out of bed, quickly changed and rushed out with Lyaika on the leash, and in a jiffy left the keys hanging outside. As she walked out of her doorsteps inhaling the fragrant morning air, while Lyaika sniffed the dew drizzled grass, a…