85 year old neighbour Walter was killed last week in a gas explosion. Walter was set in his ways a loner who had no time for anyone except his cat “Smokey”. Walter was hard of hearing and very reclusive, he always had his windows and the doors firmly shut against the world. There was a major incident in the area, vans with loud-speakers attached combed the streets urging, requesting, then ordering everyone to EVACUATE! Then, the huge explosion that ripped through three houses, flattening everything. It was not until three days later that the world noticed the disappearance of Walter. “Smokey” survived.
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Picture it and Write~Hot-air Balloon
This is the latest picture prompt from Ermilia,s Blog
http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2014/05/18/__picture-it-write-82/
A CHILD OF THE UNIVERSE
By John Yeo
I took my newly-wedded wife for the ride of a lifetime. We experienced the sheer exhilaration of flying through the star-filled heavens in the basket of a hot-air balloon.
A romantic night-flight with the panorama of the milky-way stretched out in all directions. We made love in the balloon basket in complete privacy on our wedding-night.
We hope we have succeeded in conceiving, and our baby will be a true, Child of the Universe. It would be really something if it were possible to time the actual birth of our Child of the Universe in another balloon trip across the firmament.
I guess that would be too risky.
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First 50 Words~”Dancing in the Car”
My son came home from work, bolted down his dinner, and announced that Mary his current girlfriend would arrive soon as they were going dancing together. I like Mary and I enquired where they were going to dance. In the car, he smiled, I was dumbfounded. How do you expect to dance in a Mini-car? My son grinned, Dad, it is the latest craze, we drive to the beach, turn the music on loud and Hand-jive. We both just love dancing in the car!
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First 50 Words~”Ah, my darling”~
It was raining outside, the sky was gray and her mood matched the weather. The washing machine was working overtime and the cleaning was in process. I entered the house on tip-toe as I felt the tension of a mundane rainy day penetrating our home.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a man stood there with the biggest bunch of flowers you could ever imagine and a pre-wrapped box of chocolates. Her face lit up, she looked at me and cried. Ah, my darling.
Town
SMALL TOWN LIFE
I remember growing up in a very small town in England as a youth. There was never much to do in the evenings and we would congregate on the local street corners to meet with our friends and chat. Many of the older generation would, Tut-Tut, and insist that we were meeting to cause trouble. Then came an understanding adult who started a youth club. This was a brilliant idea and we successfully met in a local village hall for dances and many other pastimes. This solved the problem of the people who were upset about our earlier street life.
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In response to~TOWN~
Picture it and Write~~ Masks
This is the latest picture prompt from Ermilia,s Blog
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MASKS
By John Yeo
Every situation required a new specially adapted mask to portray the feelings outwardly that were expected from a growing close knit family. Sometimes her face would light up with happiness at a certain milestone. The first words, the first step, then there would be an almost natural expression of maternal pride and satisfaction.
Then at times the face would be a gentle face, that masked the tears inside, after a hurtful thoughtless cruel remark hit hard, penetrating to the core of her being.
Many times the angry, irate mask would be donned in response to a perceived threat to the children or the home. Then the protective mask would be applied and the voice would be altered to reflect the anger and to defend her family.
All her world was a stage and she developed a mask to reflect the required response to every possible situation. Instantly adaptable, instantly altered.
It would only be after many years of caring and protection in the background, often taken for granted. A Mother would be lost and sincerely mourned and missed.
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First 50 Words~~”My Mom”
“MOM”
A Dickensian style tale
By John Yeo.
Separation can be ghastly. A long period of living in care.
I remember the tears shed by my brother and I as we arrived holding hands, both upset and afraid as we entered the large Victorian building.
Many years later there was a joyful reunion when we were re-introduced to a loving home.
It is then you appreciate your long lost Mom.
A Dickensian style tale
By John Yeo.
Separation can be ghastly. A long period of living in care.
I remember the tears shed by my brother and I as we arrived holding hands, both upset and afraid as we entered the large Victorian building.
Many years later there was a joyful reunion when we were re-introduced to a loving home.
It is then you appreciate your long lost Mom.
Written by John Yeo ©
In response to a prompt on
http://first50.wordpress.com/2014/05/08/my-mom-2/#comment-25704
In response to a prompt on
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First 50 Words~”Bluegrass”
BLUE GRASS
By John Yeo
I must admit I have heard very little Blue-Grass country music here in the UK. Although I like some country music, I am an avid classical music fan.
I understand there is a British Bluegrass music association with a large following here.
I have seen many images of the beautiful Kentucky blue grass country region, with the impressive horses grazing on the beautiful luscious grass.
Music is born from such beauty.
Written by John Yeo ©
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First 50 Words~ “Warning Low Battery
Clock-watching and preening, putting the final touches to my appearance. I have a very important appointment for the job of a lifetime. I have made my preparations and rehearsed the interview. I arrive at the destination very confident, but LATE!! How can it be? I did everything right to the last degree. I trudge back home and instantly the reason becomes clear , my large usually highly accurate clock is 20 minutes slow. The battery is low and the time is wrong, I could kick myself. Why didn’t I heed the low battery warning by checking my cell–phone? It was on charge in the bedroom.
Picture it and Write~Brush fire
This is the latest picture prompt from Ermilia,s Blog
Image supplied and credited by Ermila
There are times during the very hot season when the bush is very dry, as dry as a tinder-box. A very slight spark can cause a destructive moving brush-fire that travels very, very fast as the flames take hold. The fire rages out of control, the fire-service, using aeroplanes, water-bomb the head of the inferno to try to stop the fire in its tracks.
The flames light up the sky, and we drive away with many other cars racing away from the moving, travelling wall of flame, that makes an incredible picture of the sky on fire.
As the sun sets in all its glory the fire turns night into day.
Written by John Yeo (c) All rights reserved.
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