This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’
PROMPT ~ VAGUE
VAGUE THOUGHTS
by John Yeo
When I grow up again I want to be free Of all the things that are holding me back. When I grow up again I want to be really me.
I’ll be branching out, growing strong like a tree, Removing the shackles to get right on track, When I grow up again I want to be free.
I’ll quickly dispose of childish immaturity Reaching upwards to grasp all I lack, When I grow up again I want to be really me.
My mind will be reaching for my destiny Shaking off vague thinking and stepping back. When I grow up again I want to be free.
I know there can be no guarantee That my ambition will be able to attack, When I grow up again I want to be really me.
I will change my life and become carefree Pushing to my goal without drawback, When I grow up again I want to be free When I grow up again I want to be really me.
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’
Prompt ~ PARTAKES
INFLUENCES
by John Yeo
There will be a moment of excitement, When the visitor finally arrives. We have awaited this astral event, The omens have been here throughout our lives. A shining star form is approaching us; A journey lasting many centuries; Relentless, exciting and glorious, Through an endless path of wild stormy skies. Freely, through seas of ice, darkness and light, Of turbulence and fiery icy fields. Bringing extra dimension and insight That the beginning and ending reveals. When the Earth partakes in a magical moment As a fiery comet enters our firmament.
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’
Prompt ~ PARALLEL
Who would you like to have to spend a day with and what do you hope you’d learn from the experience?
JIM
by John Yeo
Everyone calls him Jim, who really cares? He stands with his hand out every day Never says a word, just stands and stares
On the same corner of the highway I always put a coin in his hand as I pass, He never smiles, just stares straight ahead. I often wonder about his life in the past One day I caught his eye and I said.
~ ‘I know who you are, It was a mystery. I think you are certainly out of place I have weaved your life into a history The fall must have hurt but it’s no disgrace.’ Jim looked shocked and angry. For the first time ever, he actually spoke. ‘I have to beg for food as I’m hungry! I was wealthy once but now I’m broke.’
~ The voice was nervous, and cultured Betraying the roots of fine living. I had guessed a good life was ruptured Destroyed by cruel fate, unforgiving. ‘I have written a new turn for your story.’ I said, as I put a coin in his hand. ‘You will now be covered in glory I am a writer you understand.’
~ Everyone called him Jim, who really cared? He stood with his hand out every day Never said a word, just stood and stared. On the same corner of the same highway. The original Jim was a sad mystery An unhappy life confined to history.
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’
Prompt ~ UNKNOWN CALLER You receive a call from an unexpected person. Who is it, and what is the conversation about? Go!
HALLO, WHO’S THERE?
by John Yeo
’Hallo! who’s there?
Sorry, I’m a little hard of hearing lately, since my husband passed away. Can you speak up please dear?’
‘What’s that you say you’re not selling anything? That’s OK! I have nothing to spend my money on, I don’t need much.’
‘Oh! You say you want to make lots of money for me. I don’t need any more cash at the moment thanks.’
‘You sound like a nice young man. I bet you are wealthy, if you can show people how to get rich quickly. Are you married?’
‘It’s so good to have someone to talk to. I get lonely here on my own. I spoke to someone this morning and we had such a lovely long chat. He wanted to sell me something nice, I asked for more details. I explained my situation clearly, so nice to have a friendly ear. He asked for my bank details in such a nice helpful way.
I asked him if he was married and how things were with him.
He finally got exasperated and rudely slammed down the phone.’
’Hallo! who’s there?
You say my computer needs a new service plan!
Tell me more, sounds interesting, so nice to have a chat.
What is your name and where do you live? I would love to meet you and get serviced by you. Are you a married man?’
‘You would like to have my bank details to start the service plan?
Great to hear a friendly voice. Give me your bank details first! We can then plan a future together.’
‘So nice to have someone to talk to. What’s your name and where do you live?’
‘Hello! Hello! Oh, he’s gone, I thought I heard the phone slam down only I’m a little hard of hearing now.’
’Hallo! who’s there?
“Hello! Yes, Double Glazing? That sounds so interesting .
I would love to hear more about that, you have such a friendly voice.
What? You haven’t got time for a chat? I love the sound of your voice. Who knows we could become really good friends. I might even buy some new windows, in a few years time.
Are you really going to cut me off before we get to know one another?
Call me again, just say hello. I promise to never hang up the phone;
It’s so good to have someone to talk to, I get lonely here on my own.
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’
Prompt FRET
ANTIMATTER
by John Yeo
Antimatter should have annihilated all of the matter in the universe after the Big Bang. An example of the fight between Good and Evil. Certainly a reason to have a bit of a fret.
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When love arrives, in a thin disguise, Things worth caring for should really matter.
Does it really matter if I fall in love with antimatter? When matter meets antimatter all dreams must shatter. Matter can be warm and wonderful. Could this be a reason to have a bit of a fret.
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When antimatter meets matter they immediately annihilate into energy. Explosive energy that can be cruel. Antimatter can be explosively cool. Now that’s a reason to have a bit of a fret.
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Antimatter is closer to you than you think. Bananas produce antimatter, I love the taste of Bananas Radioactive molecules that emit antimatter
Particles are used for P. E. T. imaging. Reflections of illness within the bodies of infinite caring. Certainly a reason to have a bit of a fret.
Bananas produce antimatter, releasing one positron—the antimatter equivalent of an electron—about every 75 minutes. This occurs because bananas contain a small amount of potassium-40, a naturally occurring isotope of potassium. As potassium-40 decays, it occasionally spits out a positron in the process.
ANTIMATTER
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