MONDAY 10th 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..
JUMBLED LIKE JENGA
by John Yeo
06:30, the sun was shining already and I decided to get up early and make my way over to the allotment. Margaret had turned over in our bed and sleepily said, ‘I’ll walk over to the allotment and join you there later.’ The rooks were cawing loudly in the nearby rookery, I remember thinking, when I arrived, ‘I would hate to live in one of the houses nearby.’ As soon as I reached our plot, I sensed something was amiss, it wasn’t until I saw the broken glass on the floor outside our shed, I realised we had been victims of an attempted burglary. The large padlock was still securely fastened to the door frame and had obviously resisted all attempts to remove it. The window had been smashed and the villains had tried to squeeze their arms in to steal whatever came to hand. Consequently a nest of shelves had been pulled down and everything was scattered everywhere. At that point Margaret arrived and remarked that all our seed packets and plant labels were all over the place. ‘Oh no!’ She exclaimed, ‘Everything is scattered and jumbled like Jenga’
‘We’d better call the police.’ I said, ‘There’s traces of blood on the glass, who’s Jenga?’
‘It’s a game, don’t worry about it, just call the police!’
© Written by John Yeo