TILLY THE TUNA

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SUNDAY 28th JUNE 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..

June 2020 Writing Prompts

TILLY THE TUNA 

by John Yeo

We are off to visit the Sealife aquarium today. Both the children are excited and the atmosphere is charged.

 ‘Mum will there be real sharks swimming there? We’ve only ever seen them on the television.’ asked Billy.

‘Of course there will be sharks and lots of other kinds of fish. When you walk through the aquarium tunnels underwater, they’ll be swimming over your heads.’

 Milly, their eight year old couldn’t wait to meet a special fish.

‘I dreamed about Tilly, a tuna fish who had twins and they swam all over the place in the seas around the British isles.’

 ‘Don’t be silly Milly, tuna fish aren’t found here, they live in the oceans far away from here.’

 ‘My Tilly lives in my head Billy and I can place her wherever I want her to be.’

Billy said to Milly, 

‘If I had a dream about Tilly the tuna I wouldn’t eat the sandwiches Mum has made for lunch.’

 Milly cried, to think Tilly had died and Billy ate the tuna sandwiches.

© Written by John Yeo

SUPER LOVE

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SUPER LOVE

 

by John Yeo

 

 

It was just intellectually incredible

 

When the super poem came together,

 

The reaction would surely be inevitable.

 

 

The first few drafts absolutely disposable

 

The meaning cloaked with words so clever

 

It was just intellectually incredible.

 

 

A polished accomplishment purely sensual

 

An approach to the heart with love forever

 

The reaction would surely be inevitable.

 

 

The words made sense, a beautiful parable

 

Designed from the heart bringing pleasure,

 

It was just intellectually incredible.

 

 

The mutual attraction was unbelievable

 

Two hearts joined, never to sever,

 

The reaction would surely be inevitable.

 

 

A super display with love conceptual

 

A loving lifeline with words to treasure.

 

It was just intellectually incredible

 

The reaction would surely be inevitable.


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MARIGOLD MOMENTS

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FLASH FICTION 

June 2020 Writing Prompts

MARIGOLD MOMENTS

by John Yeo

Mary just adored them and did everything in her power to preserve the magical Marigolds that grew along the borders of her garden. She would water them daily, even when it rained. One day there was a loud knocking at the door. Mary went to open it and there didn’t seem to be anyone around, just a huge bunch of sweet smelling gold coloured Marigolds. 

‘Wonderful!’ She thought, ‘My favourite flower, they smell so freshly cut and they look so good. I must put them in a vase straight away.’

Shortly after there was another knock on the door and when Mary answered, she saw the local postman with a card in his hand.

‘Here you are Ma’am, someone has remembered it’s Valentine’s Day and sent you a card.’

‘How do you know.’ asked Mary.

‘Easy said the postman, there are kisses and hearts all over it.’

Mary smiled and opened the card immediately when she was alone, sure enough it was a Valentine’s Day card with beautiful Marigolds all over it.

 Mary wondered who the unsigned card was from.

Later that day she met Bob, the greengrocer in town and oddly he had a large Marigold in his lapel.

Mary smiled , yet still the penny hadn’t dropped until Bob blushing said to her.

‘I love your Marigolds Mary, your garden is as beautiful as you.’

Then it was Mary’s turn to blush as Bob handed her a bunch of Marigolds with an engagement ring in a box.

‘Please marry me Marigold Mary.’

© Written by John Yeo 

THE ENDLESS RAILWAY

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FRIDAY 26th JUNE 2020

June 2020 Writing Prompts

THE ENDLESS RAILWAY 

by John Yeo 

George entered the surgery and waited by the reception desk. He was a large overweight man in his early forties, he was conspicuously wearing an anorak with the hood up. Ruth the red headed receptionist bustled in from the room behind the reception area.

‘Can I help you?’ she enquired,

‘Beg pardon?’ George replied.

‘CAN I HELP YOU?’

‘Yes of course! I have an appointment with Dr,Green.

‘Take a seat! Ruth said rather loudly, she was wondering if this patient had a hearing problem.

A few minutes later the buzzer sounded and George made his way in to keep his appointment.

‘What seems to be the trouble?’ enquired the doctor.

‘ Well, Doctor, I’m hearing things.’ Said George.

‘What sort of things?’

George said, ‘Noises, like a train on the tracks.’

‘Ah!’ said the Doctor, sounds like Tinnitus. Let’s have a look at your ears.’

‘’Yes please Doctor, it’s like being on an endless railway journey’

© Written by John Yeo

SHALLOW HOPE

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SHALLOW HOPE

June 2020 Writing Prompts

by John Yeo

Wally and Mike were off to visit an illegal rave-up. Free music with all their online friends in the local park.

‘Wally, look at all the people here! Hey! Carol and Gloria. How are you both.’

Gloria pushed her long blonde hair out of her eyes and smiled. ’We’re good aren’t we Carol.’

‘Yes!’ giggled Carol, ‘We sneaked out and got here as soon as we heard about the rave.’

Mike interjected with, ‘ My Dad was a bit funny because of this virus thing that’s going around, but everyone says it’s only a scare and not worth worrying about.’

‘Yes!,’ said Wally, ‘We can enjoy ourselves and hope for the best.’

The four friends had a wonderful time dancing the night away. It 

It wasn’t until later that they realised that the whole thing had been televised and their parents were sure to see it on the news.

All hell broke loose when they got home. Wally said to his Dad

‘It should be alright as we are too young to catch it.’

I hope so for your sake! You’re grounded anyway.’ Shouted his Dad

It wasn’t until his Grandad was in hospital they both realised how stupidly shallow those hopes had been.

© Written by John Yeo

WINDOW TO WALANCHA

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June 2020 Writing Prompts

THE WINDOW TO WALANCHA

by John Yeo


‘What’s Walancha?’ Asked the English student.
‘What do you mean by what’s Walancha?’
‘ Well, this prompt setter M, has given a cue for a prompt including the word Walancha. ‘The Window to Walancha.’
Mr Sampson wiped his forehead, actually his whole head was a shiny dome, since his wife had shaved all his hair off during a dream.
‘Walancha,’ he mused, you say there’s a window involved?’
I can’t say I’ve come across this word. It sounds just like a place I once knew in the Himalayas. Tibetan monks used a high resolution mirror to reflect the sun into the eyes of their initiates. Thus inducing a state of mind known as Walancha.’
‘Oh!’ Exclaimed the student ‘Walancha is an altered state of consciousness that can only be reached by getting dazzled.’
‘Exactly!’ Sampson replied.

© Written by John Yeo


MOSQUITO MADNESS

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June 2020 Writing Prompts

TUESDAY 23rd JUNE 2020

MOSQUITO MADNESS

  The professor was a well known entomologist he had lectured all over the world in most of the prestigious universities. In the jungles of Borneo, he met a local guide called Mojo and together they trekked through some impenetrable jungle searching for a new legendary example of insect life. A life of an unknown species.

‘Listen Mojo, we’re looking for a golden mosquito, that is a pure yellow golden colour   But we have to be wary we don’t get bitten as Madness will surely follow.’

 Later Mojo raced back from the densest part of the jungle with a dead insect clinging to his bare arm

‘Yai! Yai! I am now the one God and hate everybody, Mosquitoes will rule the world one day. Let’s all die together!’

The Professor was bemused as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his knapsack, secured Mojo and carefully removed the  dead yellow insect.  

 © Written by John Yeo.

GALLIVANT

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GALLIVANTING

by John Yeo

The wanderers would gallivant, 

The juggler and ringmaster

The clowns leading the elephant

When the big top was erected. 

The smell of diesel oil, mingled with animal excrement.

Drifted over the hedge of the vicarage. 

A tiger  went to gallivant and stalked the vicar. 

Without sentiment.

© Written by John Yeo

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SPOTTY SPINACH

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June 2020 Writing Prompts
Here is my entry for today 22nd June2020
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SPOTTY SPINACH 

   Chef was inspecting the delivery of fresh vegetables to the kitchen at the rear doors

Jim Green was a smallholder who provided as much locally grown vegetables to the businesses and shops in the area as he could harvest. 

  ‘Morning Jim! What have you brought for us today? I hope you remembered everything on my order.’

  ‘Yes Sir’ Jim replied. ‘I’ve got everything you ordered, luscious Lettuce, healthy Kale and some beautiful Cabbages. Oh! not forgetting the special Spinach you requested me to grow specially for your breakfast customers.’

 ‘Excellent Jim, let me just have a quick look. The Lettuces look wonderful, crisp and green, and the Kale look beautiful. Just a moment though the Spinach is full of spots.’

 ‘That’s because they’re special Sir, the spots give it a delicious flavour.’

© Written by John Yeo

JIGGLY JENNY

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June 2020 Writing Prompts

JIGGLY JENNY

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Jenny Saunders was a star pupil at St Winifred’s school and she was a well thought of young lady by everyone in the whole school. She was an incredible mathematician who studied figures and always had her head in the clouds. It was Mrs, Wilkinson, the English teacher who gave Jenny the nickname of jiggly. Every time she pulled out her pencil case there would be a loud jingle as the coins jingled and jangled whenever the box was picked up. Jenny laughing always said it was her jiggle box everyone smiled at that and for the rest of her schooldays Jenny became known as Jiggly Jenny.  One day she went missing from the school, nobody knew where she had disappeared, she just seemed to vanish. Mr Measures, the science teacher was incredibly worried, especially as they’d been working on the mathematical theory of invisibility.

Suddenly there was a jingle jiggly sound from behind the school book cupboard and Jenny appeared, rubbing her eyes.

 ‘Have I got a story to tell you?’ she said.

© Written by John Yeo.