KIDNAPPERS AND COUGARS

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FRIDAY 4th 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 ~ KIDNAPPERS AND COUGARS

September Writing Prompts

KIDNAPPERS AND COUGARS

by John Yeo

   The snatch had taken place as planned and the day dawned with Lord Percy, bound hand and foot in a remote cabin in the mountains. 

   Jim Murrell and Eddy Car were rubbing their hands together at the prospect of a large ransom that would soon be extorted from his parents, Lord and Lady Rochester.

  Jim remarked to Eddy, ‘We’ll leave young Percy here and drive back into town to make our financial demands.’

  ‘What about our young pay packet? Are we just going to leave him here tied up?’  asked Eddy.

‘Yeah, we’re only going to be gone for a few hours. He’ll be fine.’

An hour later the two villains were in a motel about 50 miles away negotiating a pickup place for £50,000 ransom, with Lord Rochester.

  Little did they know that they’d been followed by a middle aged vamp of a woman who had had Percy in her sights for quite some time. The moment they’d driven away, she entered the cabin and released Lord Percy and snatched him away to a luxury hotel where she proceeded to seduce him. Percy was overwhelmed with her charms, he’d never met a lady like this before and they got along like a house on fire.

 Meanwhile the kidnappers returned to the cabin where they were aghast to find their captive missing. They were later arrested after a mysterious tipoff to the police.

   Lord Percy and his newfound friend left the country together. Meanwhile the story broke as the headlines screamed.

A NOTORIOUS COUGAR ABDUCTS KIDNAP VICTIM.

The couple were quietly married and in spite of the obvious age gap and Lady Nellie’s reputation they lived happily ever after.

© Written by John Yeo 

I AM THE WEEKEND

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THURSDAY 3rd 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 ~ I AM THE WEEKEND

September Writing Prompts

I AM THE WEEKEND 

by John Yeo

 Monday said to Tuesday, ‘Although I start a fresh new week.

For some I’m an undesirable day. I blame the laid back attitudes generated by the weekend.’ 

   Tuesday nodded in reply and said. ‘I know! I follow you week in week out. Most people haven’t even got over the weekend freedom generated by the absence of stress and financial pressures of the regulated working week when they wake up with me.’

  Wednesday then arrived on the scene bringing the midweek blues. ‘I’m neither one thing or the other, the settled routine is now in charge and the weekend just gone, is as far away as the weekend to come. I feel the clockwork week in motion.’

   Thursday was wistful and feeling the strain, that weekend feeling was clearly on the way again. ‘My spirits are lifting, the reason is clear, The weekend is once again drawing near.’

   Then comes Friday with the promise of the two days to come. 

‘My day will end with all cares on the run. I herald a weekend of freedom for some, when I merge with Saturday and Sunday and we three become one. We take delight when my day turns to night. 

I am the weekend.’

© Written by John Yeo 

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’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

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’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

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.

~

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.

~

Since we met, these feelings grew and grew.

I’m searching desperately for causation

You realise you affect me through and through.

~

Our mutual admiration is impossible to subdue

Admiration grows with a slow gestation.

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

~

Our thoughts come together in a colourful hue

Our relationship is built on a firm foundation.

You realise you affect me through and through.

~

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

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

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’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

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