Keith Butler
Bio
I'm an 80-year old undergraduate at Falmouth University.
Yep, thats 80 not 18!
I'm in love with writing.
Flash Fiction, Short stories, Vignettes, Zines, Twines and Poetry.
Stories (18)
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The phone rang. He searched everywhere for it. His excuses of old age were wearing thin; his wife’s patience had worn even thinner long ago. He found it in his raincoat pocket. They laughed together at his joke. ‘Saving it for a rainy day.’ He had missed the call from his son in New Zealand. He wouldn’t ring back, not all that way. It must be expensive, it’s the other side of the World, isn’t it?
By Keith Butler21 days ago in Writers
Bless em all. Content Warning.
Nancy pulls the blind tight against the sunlight. In this side room, the ward’s buzzers and beeps are muffled, distant. The fluorescent light flickers, highlighting white stubble on Rod's face, as he lies against the pillows. Ken stares as the taped cannula metronomically drips colourless liquid. Wife and son sit sentry at his deathbed as the monitor counts out his heart’s closing rhythm. Nancy’s tears slip down her face as she holds his thin, liver-spotted hand. Ken, face harrowed by helplessness, plucks at the bedsheet.
By Keith Butler21 days ago in Writers
Calling Elvis
I cried buckets that day. The rain-soaked mourners huddled at the graveside, black umbrellas like broken wings. The crowd pressed closer, pushing me towards the grave and the memories I would carry forever. Scents that would always cling to this day: the smell of damp soil and grass, cheap aftershave and wet wool.
By Keith Butler21 days ago in Writers
Confusion
Things were black and white when I was a boy. Choices were binary with overtones of good and bad. In my comic, Dan Dare or the Treens? On film, cowboys or Indians? World War Two, English or German? In my illustrated history of England, Saxons or Vikings?
By Keith Butler26 days ago in Writers
