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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ FORGOTTEN BUT NOT GONE

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FORGOTTEN BUT NOT GONE

by John Yeo

“Oh! Come on Harry, the television is always on in the day-room, Phoebe Gertie and Rosy will be there all sitting in their usual chairs.”
Louise the ever-busy care assistant ushered Harry into the day room to find the ladies seated in their usual chairs. The television was on full blast as Rosy had a hearing problem, although she was fast asleep.

Phoebe was concentrating on her knitting, she looked up as Harry sat down and said, “Hallo you are new here. Welcome, I’m Phoebe and that is Rosy, she is fast asleep at the moment. That is Gertie in the corner, she never says a word to anyone, just nods and smiles all the time. Sad really, she was a Social Worker once.”

Harry nodded and blankly smiled, “I have a very important appointment but I have forgotten what it was, I will have to ask my secretary, she will remind me, she keeps all my appointments listed in the diary.”
Phoebe smiled and asked sympathetically, “Will your secretary bring your diary, when she comes to visit you? My family and friends used to visit, but they have stopped coming lately. Gertie’s husband used to come, but he passed away several months ago, and no one comes to see her now.”

Louise the care assistant bustled in with a tea tray and some minute slices of fruitcake, sliced very delicately and digestible to even the smallest palette.
Harry looked puzzled and asked her, “What is the time of my appointment?”
Louise was unsure exactly what he was referring to and smiled reassuringly.
“Don’t worry Harry, we will help you keep all of your appointments.”

Just at that moment, Rosy woke up with a start and started choking loudly.
“Have a cup of tea Rosy, take a sip of water, that will help or would you like some cough mixture?” Rosy quickly swallowed some water and looked around noticing Harry there, she exclaimed!
“Hallo are you visiting me? I am waiting for a message from my family. Have you come to see me?”

Louise grinned and said, “No Rosy, this is our new resident Harry, he has just arrived, to stay here with us.”
Harry looked at her closely and said, “Pleased to meet you here Rosy. I will not be here long as I have a very important appointment, but we will soon get to know each other. Are you on the back benches?”
Everyone looked at Harry strangely at that remark.
Phoebe frowned and whispered to Louise, “Is he alright? I hope he is not one of those bragging types who always pretend to be better than what they are.”
Louise said, “Don’t worry Phoebe, he is a lovely man when you get to know him.”
After Louise had left the day room with the dirty cups and saucers, Phoebe and Rosy could hardly wait to get to work on Harry to find out more.

Rosy was first to break the silence. “Harry, I used to be married to a diplomat and he travelled extensively working abroad, we spent a long time in India.”

“Oh! That’s interesting.” Harry replied, “I may have met him.”

At this point Phoebe interjected and said, “Yes, funnily enough both of us were civil servants. I worked in the house as a permanent secretary. What did you do Harry?”

“Well ladies, I haven’t got much time to go into details as I have a very important appointment, I must see my secretary soon.
I was Prime Minister once you know.

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ WHERE WOLF

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WHERE WOLF

by John Yeo

   He was a drifter who always moved with the whims of his ever-changing quest. A searcher for peace and serenity that drove him always ever-onward to new horizons.
 No one ever really knew him, it was very difficult to penetrate the hard shell that obscured and shielded his ever hungry-mind.
He had a four-legged companion, a tame wolf, who travelled with him and rarely left his side. Rumour had it, he had stumbled across an injured wolf cub in the forest and nursed it back to health. The wolf just followed him wherever he went after that, and a deep relationship developed between the man and beast.
  On the rare occasions his friend went missing, there would be several wolves howling in the night and his friend would be gone, sometimes for a few days.

 Perhaps it was the need for human contact that led him to make his home near our forest encampment. We were a small community of self-sufficient small-time farmer and growers. The community accepted and welcomed him with open arms and friendship, as he drifted around doing small jobs and hard laborious work for food and drink. He was very fond of the homemade rough strong cider, that was brewed by one of our fruit growers.

  One sad memorable week we discovered several dead sheep and a goat, killed by a predator and left half-eaten in the fields. Suspicion fell on the tame wolf and several of our menfolk approached the man and his wolf with guns.

 There was unease as he stood facing these angry farmers without fear, the wolf just stood beside him.

      “We’ve come for the killer wolf, step aside or die!” Shouted the leader.

  “Why? The wolf is not a killer and he stays with me.” Replied the drifter.

  Then the wolf growled and howled, and looked at his friend, there was a moment of shocked silence as the drifter whispered, “Where Wolf?”
Moving on the fringes of the forest in the distance, cautiously stalking a wild bird was a full grown wild cat. There was a volley of shots from the men as the big cat fled into the forest and disappeared into the trees.

  The next day the drifter and his friend were gone never to be seen in that part of the forest again.

 

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ DARKSPEED

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DARKSPEED

by John Yeo

        “The infinitely powerful speed of dark, is a new super speed, that exceeds the speed of light, by many aeons-per-supersecond. The elusive dark matter that surrounds us all is moving so fast, that our eyes are unable to focus on the entity at all.” Prof. Barnes, the chief scientist was addressing the team of brave cybernauts who were risking everything, to travel through space using the new medium of darkspeed.

 Captain Johnson was intrigued by the vehicle he was required to take charge of, and how much extra training the crew would require before they took control.
    “How do I power up a ship that is running on an invisible medium?” He enquired.

           “The fuel powering is automatic, once the robotic fuel systems key into the dark matter, the propulsion is automatically fired up, and entirely controllable by pulling a plug and switching off the motors.” replied the Professor, “Landing the ship on the reserve conventional motors, is much like operating a normal spaceship.” The Professor replied.

    “How do we key into the dark matter to take off again, when we are ready to come home?” asked Jim Green, the chief engineer.

            “Ah! Thats easy.” continued the Professor, with a grin “You just insert the plug again, once the system is connected up, the power re-continues to flow.”
After many weeks of intensive training for the crew, with the boffins finalising the details of the revolutionary new craft. The lift-off countdown began, 10-9-8-7-6——-1-Zero.

 One hour later the spaceship landed in a remote desert in the middle of Africa. The watching world was stunned and the spaceship was soon surrounded by cautious troops.
Suddenly the trapdoor was released, and six very youthful looking cybernauts came down the steps.
 At the debriefing, which lasted for days, it became obvious that the crew were under the impression they had been away from home for years, and their intelligence levels had spiralled beyond belief. Their youthful appearance was astonishing, and the adventures they related were enough to fill many books.
     Six months down the line the spaceship vanished from the high security quarantine area where the authorities had been examining it for viral invaders. The original crew were missing and the search was on for the almost instantaneous return of the missing spaceship.
   The new era of darkspeed, darkmatter travel, was underway……..

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ SKIN AND SCALES

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Ichthyosis Vulgaris

by John Yeo

  The day that Billy changed his appearance, he began to look like a fish, scaly skin broke out all over his face. The teacher said to him,
“Billy you are in the wrong country! No maybe you are in the wrong pond. Ha Ha!”
Billy blushed, and ran out of the classroom, his teacher apologised for the thoughtless remark and sent him to see the school nurse.
The trouble was no one at the school had ever seen anything like this before. Even the nurse was unsure of what to do for the best, and sent him home.
“You had better see your doctor Billy, I am sure he will know what to do!”
The doctor made an appointment for Billy to see a specialist in six weeks time.
Meanwhile, Billy was bullied and taunted every day, children can be cruel to someone who looks a little different from normal. Fatty Palmer, was the worst,
“Hey Fishface, you have had your chips! Get back into the frying pan!”
Billy cringed with embarrassment and backed away from the crowd, spending more and more time alone.
Stella became friends with him and gave him a lot of support. Stella’s father was a gymnastics teacher and she had learned a lot from him.
Fatty Palmer and his friends gleefully made fun out of the two of them,
“Here comes fish head and the trout, look out gang the freaks are about!”
Stella and Billy walked away together.
“Ignore them Billy,” said Stella, “We will only get into worse trouble.”

Billy went to the hospital and was examined in the skin clinic by a specialist who said.
“I am sorry to say you have a common inherited skin disorder called Ichthyosis Vulgaris, sadly there is no cure, but I can prescribe soothing creams and lotions. The symptoms should disappear in a short time and they may never return, but there is a chance they will come back in later years.”
“Ichthyosis what?”asked Billy’s Mum, “Your Dad had a similar thing on his chest Billy, very mild though.”
“That would be right,” said the consultant.

Some days later, Billy and Stella were walking home. Fatty Palmer and three boys were lying in wait for them, jumping out on the pavement they began jeering and threatening Billy. Stella took one look and went into action with a whirlwind of kicks and punches she brought Fatty down, and broke his arm. The other boys were on the receiving end of some very harsh punishment, before running away smartly.
Billy was astonished, Sella grinned and said. “My Dad is a black belt in Karate and he taught me a lot, I am also a black belt and I will show you how to look after yourself.

Billy and Stella stayed friends, became engaged, and got married. Of course that was ten very happy years ago now.

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ BOOK DROWNING

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BOOK DROWNING

by John Yeo

The sad thing was he never planned what happened. I mean literally, he was drowning his sorrows, after receiving the latest rejection letter from another unenlightened, uneducated, unrealistic, uninformed publisher.
      “Another Gin and Tonic. Please bartender.”
  “Yes Sir, ice and lemon?”
        “Yes thanks, heavy on the gin, light on the ice and just a dash of tonic. I need to make the bottle of tonic last all night.”
  “OK! Sir!”
          “Bartender, have you ever felt so shitty, that even dogs would turn their noses up at you?”
  “Beg your pardon, Sir?”
           “I have spent days, weeks, then months, working on a personal masterpiece of creative writing, only to be told that it is not quite right for publication, by several different ignoramuses! What do you think about that?”
The bartender shrugged animatedly as he went on,
         “No-one seems to care about the hard work and the pure dedicated effort that is required to put a piece of writing together. Another gin please! No make it a double. Just a splash of tonic from my tonic bottle please, and a tinkle of ice.”
  “OK, Sir.”
There was a huge tropical fish tank, covering a whole wall of this downtown bar, leading to a small pond on the terrace, people would sit staring at the tropical fish for hours just to relax, while taking a drink. He had never noticed this before and thought to himself, this must be where the expression, drinking like a fish comes from.
       “Bartender!”
  “Yes Sir!”
            “Charge my glass again with the same please! Do you ever have dreams that get smashed to pieces, then the rude awakening to a harsh reality. I think I may just have to rewrite the whole damn thing from the beginning again!”
  “Are you sure you will be OK! Sir.”
           “Of course! Thanks, I’m fine, pour me another, I’m stepping outside on the terrace to get some air.”
Then he unsteadily walked outside to a table and began to curse.
The bartender then heard a splash as a large paper envelope was unceremoniously dumped into the water.
The man then turned and left the bar.

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ BABY’S FIRST PAYCHECK

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BABY’S FIRST PAYCHECK

by John Yeo

  Miriam gracefully swept into the world, to a fanfare of fantastic, futuristic, flashbulb popping, publicity, at the end of the twenty-first century.  When I say swept, this is a deliberate reference to the advanced state of healthcare and attention she had received, during her long sojourn, within her Mother’s womb.

  A celebrity before she was born, Miriam was a miracle child. The daughter of two successful superstars, of worldwide fame and notoriety, who had given up on the idea of children, Miriam would never lack for anything. During a happy contented childhood, spent mainly enjoying professional, hired, loving care and attention, with private tutors to provide her education, Miriam grew into a beautiful woman, with a unique personality.

 When she entered University, everything was done behind the scenes, to smooth her way, and ensure her safe progress.
 An inspired, well educated, self-assured young woman emerged, and announced to her stunned parents.
      “I am going to Africa, to help to relieve the people suffering from the curse of Ebola, by working as an auxiliary nurse. I have accepted a job with a private red-cross organisation.”

   There was uproar in the family, her Father was angry and refused to speak to her, then left to languish, liquidly, in his gentleman’s club, in town. Her Mother, in tears, called for her Psychologist, to transfer her despair, instantly on the consulting couch.

 Miriam flew to Africa to begin working as an auxiliary nurse.

  One month later a letter arrived addressed to Miriam’s parents. Father opened the envelope to reveal a cheque made out in the name of his daughter, for the princely sum of £100.00.

 His chest heaved, as he suppressed a tear, and with a smile of proud admiration, he read these few words, that were written on the reverse of the cheque, out loud to his wife.

     “Here is my very first Paycheck. I am, and I always will be your loving daughter. Miriam”

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ FULL MOON-GLASSES

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FULL MOON-GLASSES

by John Yeo

The optical vision was impaired during the night, and could not be resurrected, using known scientific procedures. Peter the glorious inventor, unveiled his master-piece. Moonglasses.

The operation to remove the two cysts on the patients eyes was a rip-roaring success.

“Except he still suffers from night-blindness!” The exasperated surgeon shouted.
“We all suffer from night-blindness, don’t we?” Enquired an unidentified voice from the the masked fraternity of operating theatre staff.

The surgeon stood up to address the team. Pomposity personified.

“The quality of light at night, is such that ones vision can be affected by the shadows and shading of the clouds that drift across the moon. Two cysts were removed during a night-time operation performed under very bright floodlights, using digital, precision-driven, optical, surgical instruments. Lenses were inserted into the eyes over the eyeballs, but the patient still suffered from night-blindness. His vision was still dark at night.”

Peter the glorious inventor, raised a glass of moonshine that he used to toast the success of an extraordinary new product. As he raised his glass to finish the final drops at the bottom, the rays of the moon shone through the bottom of the glass and the last dregs of moonshine. Then to his astonishment his vision was clarified enormously.
Peter based his extraordinary pair of Moonglasses on a pattern of the rays emanating from the drops of moonshine in the bottom of the glass.
The press were invited to the unveiling of the astonishing glasses. Then there was an overwhelming horror, as it was revealed that although the inventors eyesight had improved, the patient still suffered from night-blindness.
Both the surgeon and the inventor were seeing double, after the infliction of an over-indulgence in moonshine. The Moonglasses were consigned to the portals of the dustbins of failed attempts to turn night into day.

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ SUCCOR PUNCH

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SUCCOR PUNCH

by John Yeo

  The cycle race had been extremely hard going for Fred Wilkinson, at 54 years of age he most definitely was not the man he used to be. Although he was an unusually fit man for his age, he was not getting any younger, and he was finding it continually harder to keep up with the younger cycling fraternity.
George, his eldest son, also a cyclist continually remonstrated with him and literally begged him to stop competitive cycling.

         “Dad, you will only harm yourself if you continue to try to outrace the younger cyclists!”

  “Don’t worry George, I am a very fit man, I will always be capable of pushing the pedals around. I came second in the last County road-race. Remember I always said I would carry on regardless. If I stop now I will have desperate withdrawal symptoms and my life will never be the same again.”

“Dad, my brother and I will insist on riding in every race you enter from now on so that we can keep an eye on you during the course of the race.”

      “George! Will either of you be able to keep up with me! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

  This banter and the competitiveness went on for the next few races over the next month or so, until the day dawned when the club championship final races took place. George and his Father were due to race in the late afternoon.
The ladies in the clubhouse were preparing a sumptuous tea when Fred and George arrived.
Beryl was always quick with a quip and she had a very soft spot for Fred.
          “Come and taste my fruity homemade tarts Fred! They are all my own work and very tasty.” said Beryl sweetly smiling as she passed a plate to him.

  Fred looked at her proffering her wares, smiled and said, “Perhaps just a nibble!” as he popped a piece into his mouth.

   Suddenly he staggered forward unable to speak and started to go very red, then blue in the face. Beryl, who was a trained nurse turned and suddenly punched him hard in the back. Fred shocked, spluttered and choked when a piece of pastry came flying out of his mouth.
  The shocked club members gathered around, relieved that he was breathing normally and all was fine. Beryl arranged for him to get a checkup straight away at the Doctors surgery, which meant he would miss the race.
  George smiled after his father had gone as he quipped to Beryl, “That was a very good right hand punch you delivered there!”

      “That was my succor punch!” She replied. “I have been trained to follow through my instincts and I respond fast. I float like a Butterfly and sting like a Bee!”

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ SNEEZE GUARD

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SNEEZE GUARD

by John Yeo

  Mayor Reynolds was troubled by traffic problems in the city. Wichitaw was a total gridlock from one end of Main Street to the other on a daily basis.

         “This is getting on my nerves, something has to give, I demand some action, call a meeting of the city council at once!” His face was thunderously angry as he shouted this order to his secretary. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose.

   “Yes sir!” Sarah responded. “I will try to set the meeting for tomorrow, we can e-mail all the members of the council and set up a video conference. Do you want me to prepare an agenda or will you do that? I will need it very fast!” Wiping her nose with a tissue, she waited for his response.

       “You do that please Sarah! Make sure you include an item for me under AOB, regarding the pollution generated by this continual snarl up of traffic. I need to get a few new ideas on the statute book as soon as possible.” He searched his pocket for a clean handkerchief.

   “Yes Sir! I will get started immediately. Your first appointment with Professor Rinski, will be one hour behind schedule as he is running late due to a traffic holdup. He should be arriving very shortly shall I send him right in as soon as he arrives?” Sarah sneezed loudly and uncontrollably.

         “Yes please! Oh remind me what he wants. I have an obscure note about the implications and respiratory costs incurred by carbon monoxide poisoning. E-mail me all the information at once please, and send in some hard copies. Thanks Sarah!” The Mayor couldn’t help dabbing the end of his nose with a tissue, pulled from a box kept in his desk. Good job this isn’t visual, he thought.

   “Yes Sir!” Replied Sarah, clearing her throat politely

 Suddenly a loud ringing of his personal mobile phone intruded, Mayor Reynolds sighed, he was aware who was calling at this time. Sure enough her name came up and he was obliged to answer. Sniffing silently, he pressed the receive call button.

     “Hallo Mary my love! Is everything alright?” His voice sounded thick with the continual fluid generated by a sudden sneeze.

          “No Henry! Sorry to trouble you at work, both of the children are unable to go to school today as they have gone down with the “shoo” bug that’s going around!” Suddenly there was a loud clearing of her throat as Mary waited for a reply

   “Shoo bug? Is that the respiratory problem that is affecting many of our aged relations? Have you called the Doctor?” A worried Mayor tried to hold back a sniffle.

        “Of course Henry, but he is stuck in traffic and I wonder if you can call in a helicopter to get the children to hospital! Please darling!” Mary couldn’t contain an uncontrollable cough.

   “Oh no! I will try but all our city helicopters are in use at present. Wait there for the doctor and I will get back to you!” The mayor coughed in response.

  The internal telephone then loudly sounded as Sarah, quietly coughing into a tissue, announced the arrival of Professor Rinski.

      “Send him in please Sarah!” The Mayor responded with a silent sniffle as he could feel yet another sneeze welling up inside.

 A minute later the office door opened to reveal a figure dressed in what appeared to be a lightweight diving suit, covering his total body with a microphone attached to a round plastic headpiece. There was a distinct resemblance to a knight of times gone by, except he was wearing a suit of plastic instead of metal and there were a number of air filters attached to the front and rear of his head.

  “Good morning!” A metallic voice greeted the stunned mayor.

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ SOL FOOD

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Inspiration Monday: ~ PROMPT ~SOL FOOD.

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SOL FOOD TAKEAWAY

by John Yeo

  The Profesaurus lumbered up to the shining gathering of starlets in this out of the way part of the Fifteenth quadrant of the immensity of the Dinoverse.

    “Attention all! There is a dire emergency underway here. Universal paradise is under threat of starvation. There must be an answer to the rapid depreciation of combustible matter. Many parts of our quadrant are becoming lifeless black rocks as the flames of life are extinguished. We need an answer and we need it fast!”
      “I have the finest, brightest Solarians working with the Gas giants, pushing the limits of our knowledge of energy producing gases to the limits. We have experimented with many elements that can feed the flames and extend the burning lifespan of this quadrant!” Reported the gas-guzzling four-by-four legged Pratisaurus.
     “We are already the biggest emitters of gaseous flatulance in the history of Solarian activity in the known Dinoverse. Our total intake of combustible material far exceeds the matter available. Our Raptosaurs have made enormous breakthroughs in the boring of the dark matter and may have discovered a way.” Ejaculated a famous prizewinning Dickosaurus.
  The Profesaurus made a scorching comment. “Flames are becoming extinguished everywhere! We need an answer instantly, I understand recycling of the flatulance gasses is being tried and tested. Why not make it a universal method of combustion?”
       “Well, this solar technology is in the early stages and has minor solar wind-rush rear-scorching problems at present.” Responded a listening Gas giant.

 The immense Solarian brilliance of the prize winning Dickosaurus then stood to attention and addressed the flames.
      “Stars! The preservation and continuance of Sol-power is the immediate imperative of every member of this gathering. We think we may have a permanent solution to the lack of combustible material. We have managed to drill through the dark matter that surrounds us all and to penetrate into another dimension. We have pushed through and created a Black Hole, that will attract everything within range and swallow it, then deposit it on the boundaries of our quadrant. Thus seeding and replacing our system with new life. New delicacies to feed the flames. Sol food delivered to our doorstep.”
  There was a stunned silence, then roars and grunts of scorching approval, as the Gas giants discovered flatulance would be relegated to become an alternative source of Sol food.
  The Profesaurus then brought the meeting to a close and the gathering was closed with much heated discussion.

     After this amazing harvesting of alternative dimensions had been in place for a number of aeons, the moral implications were beginning to swirl in the gaseous outer limits of the solar quadrant.
       “What right have we to consume blindly everything that comes our way through an outlet that starts from we know not where?” Enquired a leading flare in the anti-matter community.
     “We will live naturally and live on recycled flatulent gases now the technology has improved.”

Sadly Black Hole consumerism had arrived.

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