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 ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
Time is moving inexorably, passing almost unnoticeably fast, catching up with us all, unaware of the passing years. It seems just a short while ago I was a young man with a head full of dreams, breaking away from my roots and embarking on my life as a confident, independent young man.
Yet somehow, it seems like centuries ago, and I wonder where all the years went. I have certainly lived through them all. I have memories of how it was and of all my hopes and dreams for the future.
It seems as if the winter of my life has stealthily arrived catching me by surprise.
How did it arrive so fast? Where did the years go and when did my young man’s dreams disappear?
I remember meeting older people through the years and thinking that those people were years older than me and that the later years of my life were so far away I couldn’t understand or fully imagine what it would be like.
Looking back over the various chapters of my life, I realize that as I’ve matured my later years have been a kaleidoscope of contentment. It has been almost two decades since I met and married Margaret. During these 17 contented, love-filled years, we have both matured and gracefully aged together.
Yet here it is! As I enter and accept another season of my life, I’m prepared for all the aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability to go and do things that I wish I had done but I never did! At least I know that my winter has arrived; I’m not sure how long it will last. I accept that when life is over; it’s over.
I certainly have regrets. There are things I wish I’d done. and things I should have done and there are so many things I’m happy to have done. It all goes to living a lifetime. A final reminder if you’re not in your winter yet, let me remind you, that it will be here faster than you think. So, whatever you would like to accomplish in life. Do not wait for tomorrow it may never come.
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..
‘Someday I’ll get there, but I wish the finishing line would become visible. No one knows where we’re going or what this life’s all about. Many, many people, have come and gone in my lifetime. I’ve lived my life, to the best of my knowledge without hurting anyone. I keep puzzling away at the thought of what happens to the thoughts and feelings that have accumulated in my consciousness and have certainly contributed to my ongoing behaviour. These experiences and learned behaviour are ‘me’, whether I like the idea of the ‘me’, I have become or not. The signposts to the future, ‘there’, I’m heading towards are clear in some respects as I travel towards the final, ‘there’. Everything in the here and now I have built, from the resources my short lifespan has had access to, will strengthen my desire to press on and stumble blindly towards the ‘there’, I’m living to reach. Wherever I’m traveling to, is a destination that will only become clear to me when I get there. In the meantime I would like to answer the unanswerable but obvious finality and say to everyone here. Every microsecond I reach another ‘there’, that reveals a milestone which points to another milestone. I cannot but reiterate my first thought…….
A prompt response for Inspiration Monday: “Portable Night”
PORTABLE NIGHT
by John Yeo
“Mummy, you really mean we are going to see Aunty Sheila and my cousins down there!” Exclaimed Ruthie, pointing to the toy globe, and spinning it around. “How will we get from here to there?” she asked.
“Yes darling, we will be going by aeroplane of course, flying from one side of the world to another.” replied her Mum.
“Mummy, Daddy says they are all upside down over there. Our daytime is their night. how will we sleep?”
“We will adjust Ruthie, we will have to try to sleep in our daytime here and their night-time there!”
“What about the bogeymen that only come out at night? Will they be around in the daytime there?” asked Ruthie
“Ahh! That’s a difficult question darling, bogeymen come in all shapes and sizes, even here at home we have nasty bogeymen that are about in the daytime!”
“Mummy, stop it! I know when you are joking, you always smile and crinkle your eyes up.”
“Yes Ruthie, now go to sleep! We have a long journey tomorrow.”
The next day the family took their seats on a Qantas Airbus and were soon tucking into some tempting airline food, Ruthie was very excited. “Daddy what time is it there now?”
“About 9 o’clock at night, they are about 10 hours in front of us over there. You would be in bed there now.”
Soon the friendly aircrew came around to make sure everybody was comfortable, and asked for all the windows to be blacked out. Ruthie was curious about this as the sun was shining and it was still daytime outside. “Mummy why is everybody sleeping in the middle of the day?”
“Shush darling, people are sleeping, we have to try to sleep now, to catch up with the time where we’re going. The curtains turn our day into a portable night, so we can reset our body-clocks.”
“Daddy, Where is my body-clock?”
“Shush please!” Came an irate voice from an elderly gentleman in the row behind. “People are trying to sleep. Please be quiet, or I will call the steward!”
“Mummy, is that what you mean by a day-time bogeyman”
“Hush Ruthie!” Said her Mother suppressing a broad grin.
SOMEDAY I’LL GET THERE 
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