ERASING CLOUDS

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 WEDNESDAY 2nd SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
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Today’s prompt ~ ERASING CLOUDS

September Writing Prompts

ERASING CLOUDS

by John Yeo 

  The master painter was troubled as he was finally discharged from the select private sanatorium. Simone, his wife of thirty years  was at the entrance to meet him. They took their comfortable plush leather seats in the chauffeur driven limousine.

  Henri Rousseau had suffered from depression for most of his adult life and although Simone was quite used to his increasing absences, she was always delighted to welcome him on his return.

 Henri, was just 5 feet tall, with a penchant for wearing long haired wigs to cover his hairless head. He was a genius, a painter who could perform absolute magic with a paintbrush.

   ‘Please take me to my studio, my darling Simone, I have some alterations to make to my latest painting.’

    ‘Are you sure you are quite ready Henri? The consultant said, you should take things slowly for a while.’ 

   Simone sighed as she uttered these words, she was a gentle woman, who hadn’t lost much of her beauty as she had quietly endured the tumultuous early years of their marriage.

   ‘Yes of course, I’ve had a revolutionary new treatment, from a renowned psychologist that is guaranteed to erase the clouds of depression that have haunted me all my life. I need to get to the studio fast to reflect this treatment in my future work.’

  Simone ordered the driver to change direction and head for the studio and they arrived there in minutes. 

  Henri rushed into his studio and using a bright blue pigment, wildly brushed out every cloud in every picture he had painted. He actually began to smile again, something he’d almost forgotten.

 ‘You see Simone! I’m a well man now and in the future I will be forever erasing clouds from my work and my life.

© Written by John Yeo 

KISSING IN KAMACHA

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TUESDAY 1st SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
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Todays prompt is ~ KISSING IN KAMACHA

September Writing Prompts

KISSING IN KAMACHA

by John Yeo

  The geological survey group were following the Euphrates, the longest river in Western Asia.

   Led by Professor Armitage of Cambridge University, and his wife Elaine the group were exploring the fertile valleys along the riverside. Their guides and erstwhile travelling companions were  Mustafa, Eren, Ahmet and Burak.

   Mustafa, a tall man, with dark penetrating eyes and an eagle’s beak, shaped nose, approached the Professor.

   ‘We will soon arrive in the beautiful valley of Kamacha, Sir. There  is a large tribe there who have been known to be quite violent to strangers. I recommend we follow and respect their customs vigilantly.’

    Burak, his fellow traveller, who was standing beside him nodded his head in agreement.

   ‘Of course;’ responded the Professor, ‘We’re prepared to treat everyone with mutual dignity and respect.’

  Burak, a stocky, medium-height individual with long greasy dark hair, hitched his rifle over his shoulder and silently grinned.

 Professor Armitage then suggested a couple of members of the team should reconnoiter and report back. This idea was greeted with enthusiasm all round and the other members of the team would follow. 

   Morning broke splendidly over the river as the expedition reached Kamacha. They were greeted by a large group of local tribesmen, heavily armed with vicious knives and spears. Suddenly a huge obese man wearing nothing but a loincloth grabbed Elaine and started passionately kissing her. An overweight half naked lady then grabbed hold of the Professor and proceeded to kiss him all over his face. Several tribesmen suddenly were kissing the other male members of the expedition.

  Professor Armitage jumped back in horror and pulled his wife away.

  Mustafa shouted, ‘Have a care Sir, we promised to respect their customs and this is their form of greeting.

© Written by John Yeo

YOU INSPIRE ME TO INSPIRE YOU

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MONDAY 31st AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
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August writing prompts

YOU INSPIRE ME TO INSPIRE YOU

(Dedicated to Margaret)

by John Yeo

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

You’re feeding my constitution with total admiration

You realise you affect me through and through.

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My feelings build on your feelings, heartfelt and true

You lift me up. I’m suffused with inspiration.

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

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Since we met, these feelings grew and grew.

I’m searching desperately for causation

You realise you affect me through and through.

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Our mutual admiration is impossible to subdue

Admiration grows with a slow gestation.

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

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Our thoughts come together in a colourful hue

Our relationship is built on a firm foundation.

You realise you affect me through and through.

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Caring with sharing a love strong and true

An ongoing love with a continuous flirtation.

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

You realise you affect me through and through.

~

© Written by John Yeo

THE MOMENTS BEFORE WE TOUCH

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SUNDAY 30th AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
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August writing prompts

THE MOMENTS BEFORE WE TOUCH

by John Yeo

  Penelope and Gill were chatting to their Grandma through the magic of Skype over the internet.

    ‘Hey Grandma! When can we come to see you again? Daddy hasn’t been very well and we all have to stay indoors for two weeks.’ Said Gill

    Penelope shouted. ‘Yes we want to come and visit you and give you lots of hugs but Mummy says we’re not allowed to.’

    ‘I know,’ replied Grandma, ‘But your Mummy is absolutely right, you must both have lots of patience. I still have a whole tin full of your favourite cookies and sweets for when we can get together again.’

   ‘Grandma, will we have to wear masks when we come to visit you? I don’t think it will be very nice kissing through a mask. We don’t wear them while we’re staying indoors, but Mummy has to put one on to answer the door.’  Said a worried looking Gill.

   Penelope grimaced, ‘Oh no! I want to give you a proper kiss. We have to keep washing our hands every five minutes. Mummy is very strict especially after our grocery delivery has arrived.’

    Grandma smiled and replied,  ‘Have patience, both of you. How’s your Daddy feeling today? Can I speak to your Mummy now please girls. I promise we will all be together again. I’m sending you both lots of hugs and my best love. I can’t wait, we will always remember the moments before we touch, when this is all over.

© Written by John Yeo

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SAYING NOTHING BUT EVERYTHING

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SATURDAY 29th AUGUST 2020

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August writing prompts

SAYING NOTHING BUT EVERYTHING 

by John Yeo

   The luxury cruiser was kitted out and packed full with cargo to enable the passengers to lead a life of unadulterated comfort. At this moment the ship was stationary with nothing on the horizon. The view from the bridge was a perfectly calm sea stretching out in all four directions.

 The ship’s security officer, Mr Plumb, a well built gentleman, with long Elvis-style sideburns, sipped a glass of water and sat nodding at the news.  

 There had been a horrible murder on board overnight and Mr Plumb had drawn a picture on a menu of a familiar face to everyone on board. The Chefs face with its distinctive pair of slightly misaligned eyes and sharp beaky nose unmistakably grinned out from the picture.

  Captain Anderson was seated opposite him with a questioning look on his face.

 ‘How can you say you know he did it without even investigating the evidence?’

 Mr Plumb shrugged, saying nothing but everything, he picked up a small video-cassette, and handed it to the Captain. 

 ‘Everywhere on board is under surveillance at all times’.

© Written by John Yeo

UNITED WE FELL

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FRIDAY 28th AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
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August writing prompts

UNITED WE FELL

by John Yeo

  When the final operation was over Jenny and Jim were both tucked up in separate beds in the high intensive recovery ward. They had been through an intricate operation lasting 16 hours. Their parents, Alison and Arthur Green breathed a sigh of relief. Jenny and Jim were conjoined twins and they had just undergone separation surgery.

Dr. James Goodrich entered the private waiting area where the couple anxiously awaited the outcome of the operation and flopped down on a vacant easy chair.

 ‘Well we did it! We still have some way to go but your babies are now separated.’

 Alison burst into tears at this. 

The children were now two individuals. It was some years later that Jim remarked to his sister Jenny.

‘United we fell, if we ever tried to walk. United and always at one with each other.’

© Written by John Yeo 

SAVAGE SEEDS

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THURSDAY 27th AUGUST 2020

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August writing prompts
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SAVAGE SEEDS

by John Yeo

Seeds of destruction have been sown

To corrupt the thinking across the divide

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

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Corruption is caustic, hate full blown 

The truth is lost with nowhere to hide

Seeds of destruction have been sown.

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The balance of probability has been thrown

Young minds are corrupted far and wide

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

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Savage seeds everywhere, wildly shown

Half truth and rumours sit side-by-side

Seeds of destruction have been sown.

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A generation of fake news newly grown

A treacherous reality of truth belied

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

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Multi media is a vehicle into every home

Carrying the message with evil pride. 

Seeds of destruction have been sown.

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

~

© Written by John Yeo 

WISDOM TEETH WOES

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WEDNESDAY 26th AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
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August writing prompts

WISDOM TEETH WOES

by John Yeo

I feel as the time for the operation gets close

The impact of the decision is becoming clear

I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.

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When I heard the decision my heart just froze

I can imagine the effects with a deepening fear

I feel as the time for the operation gets close.

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The pain I’m suffering isn’t a psychological pose.

Nothing on earth will bring any lighthearted cheer

I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.

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The pain fills my mouth and reaches my nose

This horrendous feeling of pain becomes clear

I feel as the time for the operation gets close

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Painkillers are tempting my head to propose 

Glasses of whiskey with many bottles of beer

I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.

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I can’t sleep or concentrate, my mind has just froze

I spend hours in continuous pain so severe

I feel as the time for the operation gets close.

I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.

© Written by John Yeo