DEADLY DEW
by John Yeo
6am start today. Keen to finish the work I have planned on my allotment, I decide to break my normal habits and cut across the fields. There has been a very early mist and the grass is covered with dewy droplets of water. I am not the first person to cross this field, there is a trail of someone else’s footprints and I unconsciously follow these tracks. Up ahead, I notice a figure slumped in the grass. I approach with caution and discover Walter our farmers hand lying in the damp grass, collapsed and unable to move. I dial 999.
Written by John Yeo © In response to a prompt by Velvet Verbosity to write 100 words on the word dewy.


Excellent story, John. I was with you all the way. 😉
Thank you Carolyn~ for your great response. 😊
You did a fantastic work with the prompt
Thanks Ruby~ Glad you liked this~ Thanks for taking the time to respond~ 🙂