THE STING OF REJECTION

Sunday 5th July 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

THE STING OF REJECTION 

 The scene was played out in the rural peace of central suburban England. Deaven and Gertie were lovers and they had enjoyed a long affair together throughout their years at University.

 They had returned from a long holiday together in the sun of the Caribbean now a fragment of both of their memories as they landed in windswept, rain-lashed England.

‘Will your parents be at home when we get there Gertie? I would like to meet them and have a chat with your father.’

‘Yes! They should be there Deaven. What do you want to see him about?’ asked Gertie, feigning ignorance.

Deaven smiled and said nothing in response to this. The chauffeur was waiting for them when they alighted from the train and they were whisked off to the Manor House; Gertie’s home.

Immediately they arrived; after the introductions had been completed, Deaven asked to have a private word with Gertie’s father and the two of them retired to the library.

Raised voices could be heard and the noise of a gunshot broke the silence of the manorial splendour.

The servants dashed in to find one man shot dead and the other man with a serious head wound. 

It seems Deaven had asked for the hand of Gertie in marriage and the sting of her father’s response of total rejection had caused him to lose his sense of reality. Deaven had pulled a ceremonial sword off the wall and attacked the overbearing man. Gertie’s Father had pulled a gun from a desk drawer and killed the young man in self defence.

The tragic effect of the sting of abject rejection had a permanent irredeemable effect on all their lives.

© Written by John Yeo

PERFECTLY PUFFY

SATURDAY 4th JULY 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

PERFECTLY PUFFY

by John Yeo

  We laughed together, thrilling, pursuing each other through the long green grass. Sheep were grazing in the distance woolly ewes with lambs sticking closely to their mothers. A hawk hovering in the sky suddenly dived, fast towards the ground.

 ‘Look Jim!’ Exclaimed Mary. ‘That bird won’t go hungry today, did you see how fast it swooped down to capture its prey?’

‘Yes, he’s likely to have a nest nearby and he’s feeding the family.’ 

We continued chasing through the long grass until we finally collapsed, laughing together. Mary looked up at the sky with the white fluffy clouds casting shapes. 

Mary gazed up and suddenly said, ‘Do you see that dragon in the clouds?’

‘Where?’  asked Jim. ‘I can see white horses and men marching through the sky with perfect white plumes on their helmets.’

‘Oh! I can’t see war Jim, just peaceful, perfectly puffy, clouds.’

 ‘Mary it’s a dreamy, sunny, summer’s day, let’s pretend we’re hawks diving through a cloudy sky together overhead, without a care in the world.’

  Slowly the sky began to darken and the perfectly puffy clouds became dark and threatening, the atmosphere became warlike and the couple ran for home.

© Written by John Yeo

MISTY MOON MAGIC

3rd JULY 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..


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MISTY MOON MAGIC

by John Yeo

  The night was perfect for Eli, he had been waiting for the full moon. There was a faint mist swirling around the huge monolith. The stones were lit up and conditions seemed just right.

He’d been sad for weeks since his lifetime partner Miriam had been killed by a lightning strike.

 It was out of the blue a sudden electrical storm with wicked forked lightning had quickly blown up and taken the life of Miriam.

 Eli had searched through his many volumes of magical spells and came across the perfect spell for bringing life back from the dead.

 Eli had some locks of Miriam’s hair that he placed on the largest stone, known locally as the altar stone. 

 He intoned the age-old words and called to the misty moonlight to raise Miriam’s spirit.

 Suddenly there was a heavy downpour, with crashing thunder and streaks of lightning that cut through the misty atmosphere.

 Eli was struck down and died instantly. Miriam had been calling to him from the other side of the curtain of death.

  Their spirits were reunited by the light of the mystical magic of a blue moon.

The storm soon petered out leaving Eli’s lifeless body draped across the altar stone. There was a smile transforming his face in death.

© Written by John Yeo 

LES BLANCS

FRIDAY 3rd JULY 2020 

BLOG POST 

   Here is my take on the eye-opening performance of the play ‘Les Blancs’ written by Lorraine Hansberry., currently streaming on YouTube by the National Theatre. I think this is what reality theatre should be highlighting. The unacceptable face of a whitewashed history.

LES BLANCS


    Take a shack, place it in the middle of a revolving stage. Surround it with throbbing beating African music and let the story unfold.
  Except this was no story, this was the largely untold and hidden history of the horror and abject cruelty of racist imperialism. The hidden history of many European countries who colonised parts of Africa and bled the inhabitants dry of resources and treated the inhabitants as slaves or lesser members of humanity. This play obviously focussed on British imperialism, although it was written by an American, Lorraine Hansberry.
  Three African brothers are drawn together to attend the funeral of their Father. The shack represents a mission, where the local hospital is located. At the same moment an American writer arrives to research a book he’s writing on the situation in this unnamed part of Africa. The brothers are all from different spheres of life. The first of the brothers we encounter and who plays a leading role in the play has traveled from the USA, where he is married to a white woman, with whom he has a child. The second brother we meet is a priest who is preaching the white man’s religion and is thoroughly imbued with the white man’s culture. The third brother is a helper in the mission and appears to have a relationship with one of the white medical staff who provides him with alcohol and cigarettes. He is a half brother, conceived as a result of a rape of their Mother by an Army officer.
There are a melange of important characters who make up the white colonial cast, including a blind elderly lady missionary, two doctors, one male and a lady doctor.
The dialogue and the interaction between the various players is a powerful statement of the undercurrents of racism and revolution running through the country at a certain point in time. Revolution against the imperialist invaders is always in the background. The music and the scenes of cold blooded murder, by both the oppressors and the oppressed. There are rumours of white families including babies slaughtered by the rebels as the revolt against imperialism builds apace.
    Watching and recording everything as it happens in this racist microcosm of African life is always the American writer. Observing and questioning the background and behaviour of both the native rebels and the imperialist invaders.
  The language and the portrayal of the white supremacist treatment of the natives is shocking and the murders take place openly. The background culture of the lady missionary and the lady doctor as they try to make sense of an insensitive situation is an education in itself. The military presence is portrayed brilliantly by a cruel, racist military officer who has no qualms about shooting and killing a suspect in cold blood.
  The tension builds as the revolt draws closer and closer to the mission and the white population are ordered to evacuate and leave the area.
  As the American writer leaves, the  lady missionary pleads with him to, ‘Write it and tell it as it is.’
  The play makes its way to the final scenes.  The remaining two brothers are arguing in a passionate scene and the priest is killed by his brother, who returns to his tribal roots and joins the rebels. The revolution arrives with fire as the mission shack is engulfed in flames.
The reality behind this extraordinary play is the hidden history behind the story the author has vividly brought to life. This is the reality of a history that is never taught in schools, perhaps because the establishment is ashamed to draw attention to a past that will always be a stain on the conscience of imperialist colonialism.


  Sadly I think very few people will see this performance as the bulk of the viewers will be too busy watching soaps to tune in.

© Written by John Yeo

CITY IN THE SKY

THURSDAY 2nd JULY 2020 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

CITY IN THE SKY

by John Yeo


  The travellers had driven the mules and the assembled pack train from the lower slopes of the mountains. They had endured a long arduous climb to a large hidden valley within the peaks.
Professor Tomlinson, a well known explorer, was the brains behind the expedition.
Jim Smithers was a respected botanist, who had joined the team to study the flora along the mountainous trails.
There were two other members of the team, Laura, a  redheaded lab assistant and Sam, a strong young  English cockney man who was included to take care of everyone along the way.

The Professor addressed the team.
‘Listen everyone, we haven’t far to go, if we reach the fabled city in the sky, we will be lucky enough to contact a unique civilisation, the chances are, some of us could be wealthy beyond measure.’

   Jim Smithers and Laura, who had certainly become an item, during the earlier part of the climb smiled. Marriage would certainly be on the cards now.


Suddenly they were under attack, a thousand arrows, spears and boulders rained down on them from above.
Sam was the first to go down as the expedition was surrounded by the local inhabitants.
The rest of the team were bound hard and foot and dragged by the mules to a golden shining city in the clouds.


How they came to tell the story of what happened next will be the subject of some more Flash Fiction another day.

© Written by John Yeo.

THE PAGE WHERE THE HEART SPEAKS WORDS

WEDNESDAY 1st JULY 2020 

FLASH FICTION POETRY

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

THE PAGE WHERE THE HEART SPEAKS WORDS

by John Yeo

The page where the heart speaks words

In a changing world Is a private space 

In the book of life with love to be heard.

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All outside interference with hate deferred

With feelings approaching this secret place

The page where the heart speaks words

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A page of heartfelt feelings transferred

Begs forgiveness and spurns disgrace

In the book of life with love to be heard.

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To gain this page is an honour conferred 

A book where words and feelings trace

The page where the heart speaks words.

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A page of personal feelings stirred

The words where feelings take their place

In the book of life with love to be heard.

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The page of feelings read word for word,

Thought and life with love’s story embrace

The page where the heart speaks words

In the book of life with love to be heard.

© Written by John Yeo