Cheryl Keller
Bio
Born in Chicago, raised in the Pacific Northwest, Washington. I have been living in England since 2005. I go back when I can to see friends and family. I have many good memories. And tragic ones. I love writing and hope get back into this.
Stories (12)
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Flippin and Floppin
Washington State. Grew up here. When I was 41 years old I put my resume on Monster.com because GW Bush won his second term in office. I wanted to get a job in Canada. Canada’s basic values are the same as mine. I was contacted by Plymouth County Council in England. I didn’t know it at the time, but the UK was experiencing a shortage of social workers and recruiting abroad. I was flown to LA for a job interview. Offered the job and initially accepted until I received the contract. What I was told in the interview about relocation support, was not the same as in the written contract. I declined the job.
By Cheryl Keller6 months ago in Fiction
What Could Have Been. Wishful thinking
Putting it up in a bun was her idea. “Your hair won’t get in the way while you walk down the aisle”. I smiled, nodded and then when about to enter the chapel, I took it down, fluffed up my mop, stuck in a few flowers and began the stroll. Sitting in the front row when she saw me, her jaw dropped, gave me a hard stare but put on an awkward smile. A look that only a daughter would recognize. Wishful thinking. She never had the chance. I never got married.
By Cheryl Keller7 months ago in Fiction
The Great American Road Trip Part One
Part One. The Seahawks are losing to the Broncos. It is almost half time, and I start to feel a sick sense of anxiety come over me. At half time, I knew I would be leaving behind my safe little world for awhile. I knew that for the next three months, my life would be dramatically different then how it had been. I feel somewhat scared. So much could happen in three months - getting in an accident was my number one fear, but there were many others, some rational, some not. I got up to fill my coffee cup one more time. It is stronger than I like it, but that's how these brothers, Bob and Bill, like their coffee. I add an extra spoonful of Creamora. The thought of saying good-bye to Bob starts to enter my mind, but I dismiss it rapidly. I have already made up my mind that I don't really care what happens to "us" while I'm away. Since we've only been dating for a few months, I don't have a lot of expectations. Sure, it would be nice if he was still available and wanting to be with me when I get back, but if not, I won't be too heartbroken. I don't think.
By Cheryl Keller7 months ago in Writers
Grandma's Treasures
Sitting looking out at the waves crashing against the beach from my deck, feeling a bit chilly even with the sun on my face, I start thinking about my grandma. Gladys. She has been gone a few years now, but has not left my heart. Her gift changed my life.
By Cheryl Keller5 years ago in Families
