SORROWS OF THE SOUL

FRIDAY 17th JULY 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..

SORROWS OF THE SOUL 

by John Yeo

He tossed and turned trying to get his mind in control

The darkness drew in, within his room and without 

His head was churning with the sorrows of the soul.

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His thoughts became dominant, slowly taking a toll,

The efforts of the battle filled him full of doubt

He tossed and turned trying to get his mind in control.

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He worried about the problems as a unified whole,

He stifled his impulse to scream and call out

His head was churning with the sorrows of the soul.

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His problems descended in a rush with a shoal,

His helpless innocence drowned in sorrow throughout 

He tossed and turned trying to get his mind in control.

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His troubles quickly multiplied, he lost sight of his goal,

His intention was desperate, all convention to flout

His head was churning with the sorrows of the soul.

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He felt as if he’d drowned in an enormous fishbowl 

Spinning, and turning speedily on a huge roundabout

He tossed and turned trying to get his mind in control,

His head was churning with the sorrows of the soul.

© Written by John Yeo 

A PIECE OF THE PULL

THURSDAY 16th JULY 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..

A PIECE OF THE PULL

by John Yeo

  The family were all seated around the dining table for the annual feast. Dad, Grandad, Peter, and David with Auntie Lil and Uncle George. The wine and the soft drinks were flowing freely and the table layout was a work of art. The atmosphere was happy, with some nice Christmassy conversation. The highlight appeared when Mum came into the room bearing a huge turkey on a trolley. There were gasps all around at the array of vegetables and the delicious looking roast potatoes. The wine glasses and the children’s glasses were all recharged and a pre-dinner toast was made,

 ‘To a Happy Christmas and many more of them.’ said Dad and everybody raised their glasses in a toast.

Peter, then piped up and said, ‘Can we pull the crackers now Dad and wear our funny paper hats?’

   ‘Of course!’ said Dad, ‘Go ahead.’

   Excitedly the two boys grabbed their crackers and made to pull them. ‘Hold on,’ said Grandad,  ‘We’re supposed to take a cracker in each hand around the table and pull them. Aren’t we Auntie Lil?’

 Soon there was agreement and with a series of bangs and pops, the crackers were pulled.

 Suddenly an argument broke out as Peter and David had unequal shares of the crackers they’d just pulled.

   ‘Hey Dad, Peter has my share of the pull as I’ve only got two empty ends.’ complained David.

   Mum played the Judge and swapped a couple of ends and donated her hat to David.

Peace then settled at the family dinner?

© Written by John Yeo