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LAST MEAL

by John Yeo

 “I would like to order please Waiter!”

        “Yes Sir! What can I get you?”

 “Hand me the menu please, Waiter! No! Not the regular menu, I want the special menu please.”

       “The special menu, Sir? Are you sure? Have you thought the whole thing through, and received the guidance that is often required before we serve a meal from the special menu!”

   “Waiter! Please don’t question my request. You are here to do a job, not to ask impertinent questions. Hand me the special menu. Please.”

       “Sorry Sir, I usually get a warning when someone is here to order from our special menu. I suppose management have overlooked that on this occasion.”

 “Waiter! I am not concerned with the subtle nuances of the behind-the-scenes management of your establishment. Hand me the special menu and I will place my order!”

     “Sorry Sir! It is essential that we receive payment in advance of the special meal, due to the circumstances and the difficulty involved in collecting payment. Shall I call the Manager, Sir?”

 “Look here Waiter! Are you insinuating that I am unable to pay the bill, I have never heard of money-up-front in a restaurant before. There is more than enough cash in this envelope here! Take it! I don’t need your Manager, I need food man! I need food quickly to speed the cessation of my hunger pains, with a quick release, by the gestation of the required special meal.”

     “Yes Sir! Here is the special menu. What can I get for you?”

  “Well Waiter, for an appetiser, I would like raw shredded Scorpions tails with a dash of sauce to ease the passage through the digestive system.
 Then for a starter I would like raw Rattlesnake fangs, served on a bed of salad garnished with very hot chilli peppers.
 Next a dish of fiery Tarantula soup with the fly-filled web containing an essence of deadly nightshade.
 Now, should it be required, for the very important main course. I would like. A lightly seasoned, raw whole Pufferfish served with fried toadstools and the stinging glands of a Portuguese man-of-war Jellyfish.”

      “Yes Sir! Would you like your meal to be served in the Chapel-Of-Rest, or on the terrace at the portals of Hells Kitchen?”

“Waiter! I don’t have any preference whatsoever. A private room will be fine. Call the wine-waiter please!”

“Yes Sir!”

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

Image(c) John and Margaret

Thank you so much Lori Carlson ~ My thoughts on this are all in the words chosen by Lori ~ I am delighted and I feel honoured to have been seen as a worthy subject ~ Peace 🙂

This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog

As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia

__picture it & write

THE MORNING AFTER

by John Yeo

Katy had hosted her 21st birthday party. Her father, the Arch-Deacon and her mother, were away on holiday visiting the holy land. Katy had been talked into giving the servants some time off and the caterers had delivered sumptuous delights and food to be enjoyed by twenty of her very closest friends. Katy was furious, because her stupid unthinking boyfriend had announced her party on a famous social media site. People came from all over the South of England, some very rough and ready types gate-cashed her private celebrations. Everything that could be moved was stolen or destroyed, the furniture was removed, some very valuable wall-hangings and pictures were ripped off the walls. The destruction was incredible, even the round crystal chandelier was smashed and the pieces littered the bare floors. The police arrived and took the situation under control, but it was too late to recover the stolen property.
Viewing the ballroom the day after the event brought lumps to her throat. How could people be so dishonest and destructive, the strangers had got horribly drunk and drugs had been used as needles littered the floors in the toilets. Katy knew her parents would be furious with her for allowing her stupid empty-headed boyfriend to announce the party on the social media.
Katy ran, and ran away from home with the culprit and they set up home in a flat in Notting-Hill Gate.
Love is a very, very strange state of mind. ~~

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge week 9. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.

Thank you to pixabay.com for your public use photos and our prompt photo.

THE INVASION

by John Yeo

Our solitary island of birds sits alone in the midst of a sapphire blue sea. Our nests are located in the beautiful low-growing green leafy bushes and foliage covering our lovely homeland. We have no enemies to compete with us for food or space. We fish for food flying high, then diving into the clear blue ocean waves, catching many small fish, before returning to our nests to feed our young. This is our island paradise.
One day a strange craft appeared on the horizon and men arrived in a tall sailing vessel. Men landed on our shores to collect food and fresh water. They fished by casting nets from the side of their ship. Two black rats landed on the shore and began to steal the eggs from our nests and then they ate our chicks. They quickly bred and we had no defence.
Our only hope of survival was to find another home far away, and leave this infected island of rats. We have left and they will starve.

(171 words)

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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The male Peacock has no  camouflage~No background could hide the hidden reality~He draws the fire of the attack