PICCADILLY SQUARE

FRIDAY 22nd JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~ Piccadilly Square

PICCADILLY SQUARE

by John Yeo

  Joey, a hard-bitten, streetwise, London taxi cab driver queued up in a line of cabs waiting for passengers along the rank at Kings Cross station in central London. Joey had a philosophical approach to life, profit was everything. 

He was a short, stocky man, with a misshapen nose that was a relic from his school days when he excelled in the boxing ring. His friend Fred was seated in the cab behind and he sidled up for a chat while they waited.

  ‘Hey Joey! Heard the latest? There’s a group of smart-alecs about. They will hire your cab then give you the runaround.’

 At that moment an oriental gentleman opened the cab door and said.

 ‘Can you take me to Piccadilly Square please?’

Joey’s eyes gleamed when he heard this mispronunciation.

  ‘Certainly Sir!’

The gentleman climbed into the cab, breathing heavily with the effort.

 Joey began his usual flow of disarming conversation and said, 

‘Is this your first visit to London Sir?’

The stranger nodded and gazed out of the window at the dense traffic and the slow progress they were making.

Joey continued. ‘What part of the world are you from?’

  ‘China, I am here to visit my relatives who run a restaurant here. I understand Lord Nelson is commemorated in the square.’

  Joey couldn’t quite work this reply out but he didn’t respond and concentrated on the traffic. Finally they reached Piccadilly Circus and Joey pointed out Eros, the fountain. It was surrounded by tourists of all nationalities. 

 ‘Rumour has it that you will meet everyone you have ever known here if you stay long enough.’ said Joey.

 At that point another Asian gentleman knocked on the window and  Joey said, ‘Sorry, I’m not for hire.’ 

To his astonishment his passenger excitedly opened the window and began chatting away. They were old friends.

Joey said to his passenger, ‘There’s £125 to pay please.’

The passenger then enquired. ‘Where is the famous column and the statue of Lord Nelson?’

  Joey then began to understand. ‘Oh you want to get to Trafalgar Circus, I’ll take you both there for another £125.’

  As the sun went down in Central London on another day of ripoffs, misunderstanding and linguistic shenanigans, two TV actors removed their oriental makeup and went to a local pub for a well earned nightcap.

Joey the taxi driver had enjoyed a profitable day indeed. Little did he know his day of reckoning was just around the corner. Somewhere between Piccadilly Circus and Trafalgar Square.

© Written by John Yeo ~ all rights reserved

SOFA SURFING

THURSDAY 21st JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~ SOFA SURFING

SOFA SURFING


by John Yeo

Sofa surfing isn’t connected to exploring the internet,

It’s a step away from a night on a cold stone pavement,

A friendly gesture that will always be hard to forget.

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A circle of good friends will always be a valuable asset

When homelessness begins to make a slow descent

Sofa surfing isn’t connected to exploring the internet.

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A harsh alternative to hope can be a powerful threat

Life’s troubles and despair arrive without relent

A friendly gesture will always be hard to forget.

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To help a friend in need is something never to regret

Just an even break will help towards a hard ascent

Sofa surfing isn’t connected to exploring the internet.

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A friendly sofa can go forward and adjust the mindset

Bringing hope of an end to the need to beg for consent

A friendly gesture will always be hard to forget.

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Friendship and help bring hope for a life to reset

The slide into homelessness can be hard to prevent,

Sofa surfing isn’t connected to exploring the internet

A friendly gesture will always be hard to forget.

© Written by John Yeo~ All rights reserved

LICKABLE LOTIONS

WEDNESDAY 20th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~ Lickable lotions

LICKABLE LOTIONS 

by John Yeo

  Farmer Ben Jones had worked as a successful sheep farmer for many years. A short stocky man with a ruddy, weather beaten face that reflected his years of coping with the ups and downs of working as a successful livestock farmer in all weathers. 

The farm was located on the hilly terrain of North Wales and subject to extremes of weather conditions from fierce winter winds with driving rain, to beautiful spring sunshine, encouraging fresh green grass where his flock could contentedly graze. 

The large flock of sheep with their lambs were expertly controlled by his three well trained, energetic, intelligent border collie, sheepdogs, Meg, Shep and Spot.

  His pretty wife Betty, a tiny lady, whose stature didn’t reflect her ingrained toughness, had trained as a vet, before she married Farmer Ben and became a full time farmers wife and a mother to their 15 years old son James. 

  One day Spot began licking one of his front paws more than usual, whimpering quietly to himself, James came in from the yard having fed the dogs, this was part of his daily routine. 

    ‘Hey Dad! what’s  up with Spot? He keeps licking his front paw and he’s not himself.’

    ‘Farmer Ben looked up and grinned, ‘Well spotted son! You’re learning fast. Your Mum has been looking after him with some of her TLC.’

     ‘That’s right James, I think he has a slight infection on his foot pad and I’ve plastered it with some of my special lotion.’ said Betty.

 James looked slightly puzzled at this and exclaimed! ‘Surely it’s no good if he keeps on licking it away. Is it safe?”

 His Dad proudly smiled and said, ‘Don’t worry son. Your Mum knows what she’s doing.’

  Betty patted him on the back and said, ‘Good point James, I used a safe lickable lotion that will do no harm to Spot’s insides. I will renew the lotion later and dress his paw overnight so he can’t lick it off again. I didn’t want him to run around for the rest of the day with a bandage on his foot.’

  Farmer Ben and James then made a special visit to make a big fuss of Meg and Shep, while Betty was caring for Spot. 

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved.

JELLY JUNIPERS

TUESDAY 19th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~ Jelly junipers

JELLY JUNIPERS 

by John Yeo


We picked a basketful of sumptuous junipers for jelly,

An ancient remedy for arthritic and rheumatic ailments.

In the Middle Ages, junipers supposedly cured the plague.

Jellied junipers, reputed to be a cure-all for colds and flu, could be a defence against all viruses, old and new.

Jelly made from juniper, a reputed health superfruit, should be prescribed as an added weapon in the ongoing fight, alongside the proven scientific research and experimentation
in the armoury to counteract and help to destroy this ongoing blight.

© Written by John Yeo

FUSION FORESTS

MONDAY 18th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~ Fusion forests

FUSION FORESTS


by John Yeo

   There were six of us in the party led by the esteemed Professor Williams, Peter Woods, a famous ornithologist, Leyla, and Sadie, with her best friend Betty and myself, Jamie Cook.

   We’d been trekking through thick jungle for days, searching for rare new species of wildlife. We pitched our tents alongside an impressive lake with a magnificent waterfall hurtling down into the lake from a rocky incline.

  The lake was still at sunset, after the wildfowl and the birdlife had gone to roost. Silence replaced the noisy sounds of the prolific wildlife, vying for food and personal space. Darkness was descending on the shrubs and trees around the banks of the lake as the sun disappeared. Nocturnal wildlife was slowly appearing. Nighthawks spread their wings, calling in the nearby trees as they ventured out on their hunting forays after dark. Bats were fluttering their wings, searching for insects, using echolocation, their powers of ultra-sensitive hearing, for guidance. 

  ‘They seem to be flying from within the waterfall!’ exclaimed Peter Woods. Clouds and clouds of bats were filling the evening  skies.     ‘There must be a cave in the rocks behind the waterfall. Bats hibernate in caves, they generally stick to water where they like to feed on insects, even fishing them from the surface of pools.’

    ‘We will certainly explore the waterfall tomorrow morning,’  said the Professor.

The next day dawned with a cacophony of sounds from the jungle dawn chorus. We decided to explore the waterfall immediately.

  It was an onerous task for us all, as we climbed the slippery, quite steep, rocky cliffs. We discovered a large aperture in the rock face, partially hidden, somewhat obscured with a thick wall of soaking jungle vegetation. Peter and I, with the help of the Professor, soon hacked a passable entrance to what appeared to be a series of large caves hollowed out of the interior of the rocks.             

   The amazingly beautiful sight that greeted us will always be indelibly engraved on my mind forever. Illuminated by the light of our torches were thousands of pink and aquamarine-coloured stalactites hanging from the roofs of the caves. Sadie and Betty were soon snapping away images on their mobile phones, Leyla gasped, ‘Forests of wonderful stalactites, fused together they’ve probably been growing here for thousands of years,’ 

 There was a powerful obnoxious smell as the floors were covered in guano, obviously the droppings from the thousands of bats roosting in the gaps between the fused stalactites.

  The Professor and his team wrote up their discovery of these incredible fusion forests to great acclaim from the academic world.

The caves became a world heritage site.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

TIMID TOM

SUNDAY 17th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~TIMID TOM

TIMID TOM

by John Yeo

  Tom had a story that he wanted to share with the world. His eyes were forever searching the literary terrain, looking for inspiration within the turmoil of his mind. The story began to be formed, moulded and was soon coming together. He fought hard against his own personal harsh critical resistance. Always pushing onwards with a sharp insistence expressing his feelings in an explosion of words. He was always searching for perfection, fighting against a passive resistance. Always honing, rewriting, editing and subtly improving, it seemed publication would be forever postponed. One day he overcame this unexplainable timidity by typing his manuscript online and pressing the send button.

 Timid Tom is now well known as his words were read and appreciated by the online community. The moral of this story is if you keep something to yourself it will never reach anyone.

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved.

KNOBBY NOSES

SATURDAY 16th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~ Knobby noses

KNOBBY NOSES


by John Yeo

Welcome to the venerable society of Knobby Noses 

Our members are distinguished by a common feature 

Which the powerful nasal pathway to the brain exposes.

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Our years of careful scientific investigation proposes

High intelligence is gained through Nature not Nurture

Welcome to the venerable society of Knobby Noses.

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Each cell on the bumps along the pathway encloses

Powerful intellectual pulses blending into the future

Which the powerful nasal pathway to the brain exposes.

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The questions and implications this discovery poses 

By joining our society you become another seeker

Welcome to the venerable society of Knobby Noses.

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Every lump, every bump, every knob clearly discloses

The heights and the depths of our high Supernature

Which the powerful nasal pathway to the brain exposes.

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This revolutionary discovery makes our knobs explosive

Every bump and lump becomes an accomplished teacher

Which the powerful nasal pathway to the brain exposes.

Welcome to the venerable society of Knobby Noses.

© Written by John Yeo  ~ All rights reserved.

MUTTVILLE MASSACRE

FRIDAY 15th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~ MUTTVILLE MASSACRE

THE MUTTVILLE MASSACRE


by John Yeo

  The long winding pathway led to a collection of kennels. A weather beaten sign was nailed to the gate. ‘WELCOME to MUTTVILLE’.

     A cacophony of loud barking greeted us as we approached. My wife Martha, flicked her long brown hair from her eyes, grinned and said, ‘Sounds like we’ve arrived.’ 

 We were looking for a replacement for Pixel, our Border Collie house dog, who’d sadly passed away suddenly, a week ago.

   ‘Hardly any need for that sign, with the noisy welcome we received on the way in.’

  Martha pulled the car up outside the gate and we entered the yard on foot.

  We were welcomed by the owner, Rosa, a smiling vivacious young lady with long auburn hair tied up in a ponytail. 

I have to admit to having strong reservations about replacing Pixel, I had been incredibly close to that dog and in my mind he was irreplaceable. I found excuses to reject dog after dog for a variety of reasons. The last kennel contained a solitary young dog who was curled up in a corner ignoring us all.

  Rosa said, ‘Meet Mist, a new arrival, he’s just settling in and is wary, unsure of everyone. He was a stray found on the moors, we were going to call him Mystery, but he only answers to Mist.’

   I softly said, ‘Hi Mist!’ 

   His ears pricked up as he leapt forward, wagging his tail furiously, he licked my hand and rubbed himself against my leg. With that I knew we’d found our new member of the family. Mist had simply massacred all my reservations. Martha just grinned and patted Mist on the head, she received an excited nuzzle in return.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

THE TEAR KEEPER

THURSDAY 14th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~THE TEAR KEEPER

THE TEAR KEEPER


by John Yeo

   Joey Johnson was a carefree lad, just 20 years of age with the world at his feet, Joey was training to be a police officer. 6′ tall, with a shock of thick curly brown hair, cut short to comply with police recommendations, he had sharp blue eyes that didn’t miss much. He enjoyed his training and his future prospects looked good until one fateful, unforgettable night that altered his life irrevocably.
  Joey was on the way home late, after a busy night, suddenly a man loomed up out of the shadows and shouted, ‘This is for your *******  interference.’ Joey vaguely saw a large man wearing a mask with a hoodie pulled up over his head. The man quickly tipped a bottle of liquid that splashed  over his head and face, temporarily blinding him. There was a fierce burning sensation that quickly got worse, his face felt as if it was on fire.

   The acid attack was horrific, Joey screamed, penetratingly loud, as pain raced through his head. Skin was burnt to shreds from the structure of his face, Joey’s crowning glory, his hair, was burnt off in seconds. He passed out and was raced to the burns unit at the local general hospital. By a miracle his sight was saved, although his tear ducts had dried up and he would never cry again.
  One year later after many operations by plastic surgeons some semblance of normality returned. Joey refused to be seen in public and became a recluse. He left our town and disappeared, it was rumoured he had joined some gypsies and was travelling the countryside by caravan. One day Lisa, our daughter, came home from school very excited, “Daddy the circus has come to town!”
Saturday night we had the best seats in the big top and Lisa was laughing merrily at the antics of Joey the clown. He came to speak to her and Lisa asked “Why did you become a clown Joey?” 

    His painted smile never altered, the smile that was the gateway and the keeper of the impossible tears of a clown.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

WARM WINTER CHILLI

WEDNESDAY 13th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~WARM WINTER CHILI



WARM WINTER CHILLI


by John Yeo

 When a January day dawns with a cold chilly morning

There’s a spicy way to set your taste buds on fire

With fiery, warm winter chilli, it’s magic performing.

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Taste is a sense of highly sensitive savouring

The sharp flavour and warmth with that chilli desire

When a January day dawns with a cold chilly morning.

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A passion for food is exploration, taste discerning
The taste buds reflect a different sensation supplier

With fiery, warm winter chilli, it’s magic performing.

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The heat spreads rapidly as the chilli starts burning

Providing more heat than you can possibly require

When a January day dawns with a cold chilly morning.

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 Beware, the warm winter chilli can be habit forming

An antidote to the freeze with a heat magnifier

With fiery, warm winter chilli, it’s magic performing.

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The antidote to bland cold taste buds is reforming,

Encouraging the body thermostat higher and higher 

With fiery, warm winter chilli, it’s magic performing.

When a January day dawns with a cold chilly morning.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

HOT CHILLI PEPPER

by John Yeo

A passion for food is exploration, 

When taste buds react to a different sensation. 

Sweet things can tingle with extra flavour, 

The sharp taste of citrus can be something to savour.

Add a chilli or two to a steaming pot,

Then the taste buds shout loud,

HOT!~HOT!~HOT!

In American English, “chili” is the most common spelling for the spicy peppers as well as the stew and hotdog topping. In British English the preferred spelling is “chilli.” In Spanish speaking countries and regions of the US, “chile” is the most common variant. 

Warm and chilli are a contradiction in terms.

Heat is generated by the introducing warmth