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 world is threatened by a new virus that seems to be indiscriminately killing many people who come into contact;
with its deadly infectious spoors.
Everywhere people are standing and fighting with every possible weapon at their disposal.
A timeless approach.
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People dying all over the world, suffering in agonising ways
this disease kills indiscriminately from labourers to Kings;
Heroes; medical people wearing PPE.
Many public places are closed and forbidden, theatres, cinemas and churches; our prayers are said in private.
A timeless approach.
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The fighting guidelines rapidly change, almost on a daily basis, masks worn in public places and social distancing everywhere, observed.
Some scoff at the measures in place and construct conspiracy theories as the fight goes on.
A timeless approach.
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Pandemics have come and gone, throughout the historical record, instant exchange of information, the touch of a button throughout the world; the modern weapon.
Collating; sharing information through the media is no substitute for hands on care,
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 bay was picturesque and sombre at the same time. A pretty cove surrounded by rocky cliffs, where the surf gently rippled into rock pools on the sandy shore in the Summer months. Artists and photographers would flock to this location to record the beauty both in the Summer and the dramatic Winter months. Birds were nesting high among the rocky escarpment, flying high in the blue cloud-flecked sky. An odd thing about the higher rocks was the filmy gooey layer of a white substance that was almost ingrained in some of the higher rocks. Sun worshippers and artists alike would be warily dodging a frequent continuous shower of flying guano bombs. There were also frequent dog walkers parading up and down the shoreline. Almost every breed of dog known to man was featured in this constant parade, leaving mounds piled on the immaculate sandy shore. Each of these mounds represented a hastily piled heap of sand that hid the inevitable leavings of our well-fed modern canine population.
The Winter months were equally beautiful, but in total contrast to the serene peaceful splendour of Summer. Dramatic high white-flecked waves pounded the shore. Artists and photographers were still drawn here to record the beauty. Grey skies and heavy rain forewarned fierce storms and hurricane force winds. As huge waves battered the shore they washed in tons of plastic accompanied by much other detritus of varying description. There was a long continuous mound of assorted rubbish that had piled up slowly over the Autumn and Winter Months.
Spring arrived with new growth of the salt-loving plants and shrubs along the shoreline around the bay. The birds returned to the cliffs to breed again, and a few concerned people began to clear away the washed up rubbish along the beach.
News broke that an oil tanker had overturned in the ocean offshore and it wasn’t long before a black tarry substance began to be washed up on the sandy beach. The seabirds were badly affected and the yellow sand quickly turned to a deep excreta-shaded brown. The pretty beach was quickly closed to the public to enable a cleanup to take place.
The good news was there were several more unspoilt pretty places just along the coast for the enjoyment of everyone.
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..
Today’s prompt ~ CHIVALROUS KNIGHTS IN POLKA DOTTED TIGHTS
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 two friends were excited as they were making their plans for an exciting trip. Edward and Fiona were both students at the School of Oriental and African studies at the University of London. The plan was to travel to Africa and explore as many Ancient religious sites as possible during the Summer break.
Edward, who was the son of an army, cavalry officer, was a six foot tall athletic young man, with long red hair and sparkling brown eyes that lit up when he grinned, which was quite often. His rather long nose was somewhat camouflaged by a bushy moustache. A pair of thick plastic spectacles balanced on the end of the said nose, completed his facial adornments.
Fiona, his friend and would-be travelling companion, was the daughter of a wealthy industrialist with a large manor house in Hampshire. Fiona was a bubbly brunette with medium length, curly hair and deep set dark brown eyes.
The expedition was soon set up and the two friends were introduced to Mustafa, their tour guide and his team of six bearers who were to accompany them on the jungle trek. He was a thin man, with short, tightly curled hair and a face covered in the pock marks of an early dose of chickenpox. His eyes were bright and reflected a friendly, quick intelligence.
They began to make their way through the dense jungle, following overgrown trails little known to anyone except the natives. The jungle became more and more overgrown and Edward and Fiona were slashing their way along the trails wielding sharp machetes. This was extremely hard work and tempers became frayed and everyone was feeling the pressure of the task ahead; to reach the first temple.
They arrived at a rock-strewn valley with a gentle river running through. They cleared away vegetation from a glade and set up camp for the night. The first temple on their schedule was just a few hours away.
That evening around their camp fire, Mustafa and his team entertained the two friends with mystical tales of the religious ceremonies and ritual events that took place in the temple they would be visiting. Fiona and Edward tasted a special brew of leaves that gently calmed them and allowed them to imagine the magical mysterious life of the temple priests.
The next day’s journey proved even more trying than ever, as the jungle became denser as they drew nearer to the first temple.
Fiona and Edward were showing the effects of the hard onerous work required to clear their way and started bickering at each other.
‘I wasn’t aware this trip would be quite as tough as this.’ grumbled Fiona, ‘I’m not used to this laborious hacking away through a jungle. How come we have to go through this sort of hard work?’
‘Don’t blame me!’ retorted Edward. ‘Surely you realised the jungle wouldn’t be easy. I can always arrange for us to be picked up by helicopter when we reach the upcoming temple.’
‘How can we pay for that? Without wiring our parents for funds and risking their reactions to us flunking out of the trip.’ asked Fiona.
‘Oh! Let’s just get there, we can decide what to do when we arrive at the temple.’
An hour later they had reached the temple and were introduced to a number of the temple priests who lived with their families in a small village. The rigours of their journey were quickly forgotten as excitement took over. The structure of the age-old rocks that comprised the walls, with strange carvings and statues everywhere accentuating Mustafa’s mystical tales of the night before.
The two friends spent the evening participating in the ceremonies and spent hours writing, photographing and recording the mystical temple night.
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..
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..
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..
Five year old Jenny’s eyes stood out like saucers as the chocolatier got to work. The melted gorgeous river of chocolate rippled down the largest chocolate fountain she’d ever seen.
Beneath the river of chocolate that swirled down the fountain ceaselessly, there was an array of things to dip in the delicious chocolatey stream. pretzels, butter shortcake biscuits, strawberries, cherries, pineapple and bananas.
Jenny’s eyes crinkled and smiled and laughed as she dipped a strawberry in the stream and allowed her fingers to get covered by smooth silky chocolate.
She suddenly had chocolate all over her face as she began to eat. Her blue eyes stood out like two blue sapphires in a sea of chocolate.
‘Thanks, Mummy and Daddy; I’ve had the best birthday ever.’
There was a tear in the corner of her Mother’s eyes as she proceeded to kiss the chocolate from around the blue eyes that told the story of a happy little birthday girl.
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..
I’ve had a coughing fit lately and my temperature’s gone through the roof. The advice is to frequently wash my hands and self-isolate for two whole weeks. I’ve taken a Coronavirus test and sent it to the laboratories by first class post. The world has gone crazy lately. I’ve become more reclusive than a hermit. Although I’m bombarded with information from electronic devices and other sources. My life will never be the way it used to be, yet I’m feeling weirdly confident.
My cough disappeared along with the pollen; dispersed by flowers and oil seed rape. My high temperature disappeared with the heatwave that we had suffered for several days. The results from my Coronavirus test came back negative to my huge relief and delight. My house has become like an island that is perfect for self-preservation. The news gets more depressing as the pandemic spreads around the world. Although our lives will never be the same again I can’t help feeling weirdly confident.
CHIVALROUS KNIGHTS IN POLKA DOTTED TIGHTS 
FEELING WEIRDLY CONFIDENT (1)
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