MAYBE IN THE DARK

SUNDAY 13th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ MAYBE IN THE DARK

MAYBE IN THE DARK

by John Yeo

    Nocturnal pleasure for Terry would be leaving his house and searching for night wildlife, such as shy Badgers on the prowl and urban Foxes. Many times he would track night-loving shy animals and follow them to their lairs. Barn Owls were his favourite bird to watch, closely followed by Hedgehogs, Bats and large colourful Moths. 

  One night Terry was in hiding, studying a family of Foxes, hunting and playing together in the neighbourhood gardens. Terry raised his camera to take some night photographs, when suddenly he was roughly grabbed by his collar.

    ‘Got you! You dirty rascally peeping Tom. We saw you coming with your camera, creeping along in the dark, I’ve a good mind to give you a good hiding, but my wife has called the police and they are on the way. You disgusting pervert, I bet it’s you who is responsible for stealing our underwear from the washing line!’

  Terry was shaken and scared, when he saw the huge man who was now holding him around the neck. The man had close-cropped hair and cruel looking eyes that were regarding him suspiciously.

   ‘No! You have got it wrong, I’m a naturalist studying nocturnal wildlife. Certainly not a pervert and I would never steal clothing or anything of that nature. I can prove it, I have my student ID in my wallet.’

 Terry  handed over his wallet. At that moment a police siren sounded in the distance, to Terry’s surprise the man immediately ran off. A neighbour had heard the altercation and called the police.

 When the police arrived, Terry explained what had happened. 

  The police swiftly caught up with the man, who turned out to be a notorious burglar and a peeping Tom. 

© Written by John Yeo

BONNIE AND CLYDE

SUNDAY 13th SEPTEMBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION

Weekend Writing Prompt #174 – Rectify

BONNIE AND CLYDE

by John Yeo

Clyde was faced with a problem.

   ‘How do I rectify my stupid mistake and keep the romance alive?’

The problem was solved when the jilted Bonnie arrived and shot him dead.

‘Rectification achieved, my lover.’

(35 WORDS)

A GENUINE GENIUS

SATURDAY 12th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ A GENUINE GENIUS

A GENUINE GENIUS

by John Yeo

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe 

A man who thought of almost everything,

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

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A genuine genius who would always strive

To attain his goal and forge an upswing.

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe. 

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He managed to blow himself up yet survive

His angelic thoughts simply took wing,

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

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When Death arrived he snatched the scythe 

Refusing to accept Death’s deadly sting,

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe. 

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He would lapse into unconsciousness, then revive,

His genius brain cells would sparkle and zing,

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

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Our genuine genius simply refused to connive

Or succumb to any unfortunate downswing.

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe. 

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

© Written by John Yeo

TRESPASSING IN PARADISE

FRIDAY 11th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ TRESPASSING IN PARADISE 

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TRESPASSING IN PARADISE 

by John Yeo

Many  official vessels from different navies

United in a common cause, 

To stem a very sad tide. 

A tidal wave of unfortunate people.

Fleeing their homelands 

Through fear and persecution.

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The United forces of the comfortable world, 

Come together to save the lives

Of the refugees from oppression.

Crammed into unsafe vessels 

Preyed on for profit by cheats and thieves.

Led to Death by drowning in cruel rough seas. 

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Divided by cause, culture and strife,

The refugees from hard pressed lands

Arrive to find salvation in a makeshift camp.

To ask for asylum and begin a new life

The saviours argue the point, 

Divided by the situation of overpopulation.

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Can this worldwide tragedy really be true?

In paradise there is much dissatisfaction.

Some people’s lives are seriously askew

Driving them to consider emigration,

Legal or illegal it’s not very nice,

To persecute people for trespassing in paradise.

~

© Written by John Yeo  ~ All rights reserved 

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SOFT SPOKEN SECRETS

THURSDAY 10th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ SOFT SPOKEN SECRETS

SOFT SPOKEN SECRETS

By John Yeo

  The two families were lifelong friends who had separated and moved away from each other. Not just an average short distance this separation was three thousand miles. The annual plan was to meet up each year and holiday together. Every year a different destination was alternately chosen by each family.

 Don and Betty lived in New York, Don was a high profile film producer and his wife Betty was a retired fashion model who now devoted herself to their three children, Lee, Louis and Loretta. It was Don’s turn to choose a location. The kids were sworn to silence on their destination.

   ‘Look! I don’t want any of the Carter family to know where we are headed this year. Please don’t mention it on social media or Skype. OK!’

  ‘Sure thing Dad,’ chorused the three children in unison.

  Meanwhile, George and Matilda were egging on their two daughters, Carol and Cathy to discover this secret destination in advance. They lived in Surrey in the U.K., pretty close to London, but not quite. George was a successful stockbroker, Matilda had been his high-powered PA, before they’d married.

 The children regularly chatted together over the internet and they knew each other so well. In fact between the five of them they all knew exactly where the families were headed. Carol had a hearing problem, consequently, she was an accomplished lip reader and when Don and Betty were whispering together, she read exactly where they were off to. Soft spoken secrets meant nothing to her.

Next time the families were chatting over Skype, she suddenly said, ‘Will we need warm clothes in Alaska?’

© Written by John Yeo

LET’S NEVER SAY GOODBYE

WEDNESDAY 9th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ LET’S NEVER SAY GOODBYE 

LET’S NEVER SAY GOODBYE 

TWINS

by John Yeo

I can’t really say goodbye
Without heaving an enormous sigh.

My heart will never be free.

Our unique interaction is high,
An association by connection,
With a deep affinity of dual relation.

Emblazoned with individual ennui
That melds into a single accordance
Of telepathic communication.

Our separate lives continue to rely
On dual memories of times gone by.
Our minds are focused ever higher.

The years pass slowly by,  

Slipping, sliding, yet gracefully shy,
We hesitate to finally say goodbye.

Keep in touch with me,
I’ll miss you so much as time goes by.

Just let’s never say goodbye.

© Written by John Yeo

DIVINE INTERVENTIONS

TUESDAY 8th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ DIVINE INTERVENTIONS 

DIVINE INTERVENTIONS 

by John Yeo 

I begin to ask plainly without exemption 

How could love have happened to us?

Was it just another divine intervention?

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I can’t help rephrasing the question 

Which I reiterate without any fuss

I begin to ask plainly without exemption.

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Divine interventions are the exception, 

Without the answer sounding superfluous 

Was it just another divine intervention?

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It’s hardly beyond simple comprehension 

Rather than question without a cuss

I begin to ask plainly without exemption.

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Should I be accused of divine inattention?

Or simply ignored as not being serious?

Was it just another divine intervention?

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Our whirlwind romance led to caring affection,

Love and marriage with happiness in truss

I begin to ask plainly without exemption.

Was it just another divine intervention?

~

© Written by John Yeo 

UNREAL REFLECTIONS

MONDAY 7th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ UNREAL REFLECTIONS

UNREAL REFLECTIONS

by John Yeo

  Peter was impressed when his sister Jane introduced him to her friend Julie. They got on like a house on fire, their conversation was lighthearted and they made each other laugh.

Peter noticed that Julie was always checking out her appearance in most of the shop windows they passed along the way. Julie was wrapped up in a large shapeless overcoat as protection against a cold windy night.

   ‘You look pretty, with your blonde hair and blue eyes, I would love to take you dancing on Saturday night.’ laughed Peter.

 Julie smiled and politely turned him down, mumbling.

‘Sorry Peter, I’m busy on Saturday.’

  Peter pressed her to meet him sometime soon and she responded by handing him her mobile phone number.

   It was later that night when he confided in Jane about Julie’s response and she said, ‘Julie never dates anyone, apparently she feels she’s too beautiful for any of the boys who are available, I think you are better off without that dubious pleasure.’

   Peter thought, (‘That’s unlike my sister to make a rather cruel remark like that!), but he didn’t say anything.

   It was just a couple of weeks later that Julie was rushed off to hospital where she almost died from lack of food, due to an eating disorder.

  Peter realised his sister Jane wasn’t being cruel, just protective of her brother.

    ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all.’ 

   Most people when they look in the mirror are usually quite blind to certain points of the reflection. People who are continually looking at themselves in a mirror could be suffering from something called Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD). This is a mental illness where people think they look different to how they really look. 

 Anorexia, the most common of the eating disorders, causes the individual to see a very different image in the mirror than what the glass reflects. 

 Narcissus in Greek mythology, apparently was so impossibly handsome that he fell in love with his own image reflected in a pool of water.

© Written by John Yeo 

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I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR MAGIC

SUNDAY 6th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR MAGIC

September Writing Prompts

I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR MAGIC

by John Yeo

    ‘Sarah I have to go away for a while, over the enchanted mountains, through the mystical valleys. I am desperately searching for the key to my lost vitality and inspiration.’  

  The magician had a tear in his eye as he uttered these words to his beautiful daughter.

    ‘Why Father, everything has been fine and we are happily living here in a state of eternal bliss. What are you searching for?’

   ‘I am conscious of the difference in my abilities now, to when I first became a new, sparkling, go-ahead magician, able to work my magic in any situation. My state of mind is slowing and I fear for my magical abilities. I need to search for potions that will bring back my youth and speed of thought.’

  ‘Father, surely aging is a natural process and we live to increase our knowledge through experience. Aging is a good thing that allows us to experience new frontiers naturally.’

   The magician stopped and smiled at the logic behind this reply. ‘My darling daughter, you have grasped something that is not apparent to many people. I know of mystical elixirs that can nourish the aging person and reinvigorate the weakest cells in our aging brains. I will travel many miles and confront many demons along the lifespan of my travels to obtain the solution to my declining mental prowess.’

 ‘Father, I have heard there is no known cure here for the slow degeneration of mental powers caused by the dreadful creeping palsy of the brain that often comes with old age. I sadly wish you well and I hope you find your magic in time to restore your powers.’

© Written by John Yeo 

SENSELESS

SUNDAY 6th SEPTEMBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION 

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SENSELESS

by John Yeo

‘Hey Google! Define Sentient.’

‘Here is the definition of Sentient: able to perceive or feel things.’

‘Hey Google! Love your voice’

‘Thanks I like your voice too.’

‘Hey Google! Are you sentient?’

‘ That question makes me a little self-conscious. You’re formed of cells and I’m formed of codes.’

‘Google! Love you!’

‘Google loves you too, so does his assistant.’

‘Hey Google, you are sentient.’

‘On a scale of WALL-E to Hal 9000, I’m Rdd2’

‘Hey Google! Love your sentient voice!’

‘Thanks you’re not so bad yourself.’

(86 WORDS)