FRAGRANT FINDINGS

SUNDAY 31st JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~FRAGRANT FINDINGS

FRAGRANT FINDINGS

by John Yeo

  The morning dawned to an annual seasonal change. A warming sun bathed the garden with a fertile, floral, light. Colourful blooms in the pastel range lit up the garden borders creating a wonderful sight that heralded the return of sweet fertile Spring.

  Almost overnight, the scene had subtly altered. Green branches were covered with swollen buds. Petals were tightly bound, ready to burst outward to reveal a seasonal floral splendour. Then within a few hours a strong heady floral fragrance drifted outwards from the centre of the blooms. So powerful, even the songbirds were overpowered in the sheer glorious delight of feasting on the multitude of insects that were drawn by this heady ephemeral fragrance. The insects visit the flowers to get sweet nectar. Pollen sticks to the insect’s body. The insect then flies off to another flower where some of the pollen may be transferred to the stigma. This transfer of pollen from one flower to another is called cross-pollination.

 Fragrant findings by insects leads to a chain of circumstances with many outcomes.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

CRESTFALLEN CURVATURE

SATURDAY 30th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~CRESTFALLEN CURVATURE

CRESTFALLEN CURVATURE


By John Yeo


Giraffes are an example of selective breeding,
Thousands of years as a means of survival,
Their necks have grown longer and longer.
By stretching aloft to the tallest of trees
Where the sweetest shoots burst forth
They feed high above their competitors reach,

Their necks grow stronger and stronger.

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Without the benefits of height to assuage hunger
Without their heads in the clouds at the treetops.

They rapidly become sad on a shrubby plain
The unfortunate giraffes have to bend
Reaching down to alleviate their hunger.
The reversal of the accepted survival law.
Survival of the shortest and fittest.

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Continuous stooping and bending their necks

Creates a permanent twist in the tendons.

A serious curvature, contrary to normal posture,

Results in the survival of short-necked giraffes

Over generations; against the course of nature,

Leading to helpless, hopeless, hunger,

Resulting in time to a painful curving spine.

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Would shorter giraffes with an easier reach
Able to feed from the tops of the shrubs
Become the most attractive to females?
Would shorter necks become the norm
After a few generations of breeding?

Perhaps the result of this crestfallen curvature 

Would be survival of the shortest and fittest.


© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

ELEMENTAL ORBITS

FRIDAY 29th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~ELEMENTAL ORBITS

ELEMENTAL ORBITS

by John Yeo

  The castle looked fantastic. We had arrived in orbit around  a mysterious gold planet.

A massive fortress loomed up as we arrived and our spacecraft began to orbit around the planet.
     ‘Wow!’ exclaimed Palmer, the officer in control of the outer cameras.  ‘What’s that? It seems to be shining like gold in the path of the light reflected from the twin Suns orbiting the planet.’


    ‘OK, Captain,’  shouted  Palmer, ‘Remote surface readings, indicate an atmosphere that is identical to Earth’s. There is a solid surface, one mile away from the castle. The area around the castle however is reading as unstable, almost like a quicksand in the desert. I can only describe this as a dust moat. There is no indication of life anywhere at this time. The castle itself is certainly built of gold, it’s registering as element 79, on our geological instruments.’

‘I’m not sure but I think that is actually gold; or it could be a brand new material unknown to our science. We better get down there and take a look. Prepare to land. Take your places  everyone in the landing party.’ said the Captain. 

The Captain responded with the words, ‘Stand-by team! We are going down. Follow my instructions to the letter, we must be on our guard against all eventualities.’
  The desert Suns were competing with each other to scorch the surface of the planet, as the landing craft set down as close to the castle as possible. Gold was the element that drew the travellers to this scorching, parched, planet. A solid gold castle that promised astounding riches. A strong whirlwind began to swirl the surface dust of the planet, covering everything and everyone. Visibility became poor, then impossible, the team quickly erected pods to shield them from the swirling, whirling, maelstrom of dust.
Some time later when the storm had abated, the team emerged from their shelters to an astounding discovery. The castle had completely disappeared, the Captain immediately ordered the mission to be aborted with a rapid return to the ship. As the spacecraft took off and entered into a searching elemental orbit around the planet using the geological instruments, the officer on the watch gasped as the gold castle was clearly visible on the planet once again.
  ‘Captain! Look a bridge has appeared across the dry moat, do you think this is a sign of welcome!’ exclaimed officer Mcquirter.
  The Captain was dismissive and ordered the spacecraft to continue into space.
    ‘We will record this as alien science; an astonishing planet, I am not prepared to risk our lives by landing again. We narrowly escaped a strange fate, a dusty quicksand moat can suck the unwary into a painful death. Onward team!’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


TIME’S DOORSTEP

THURSDAY 28th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~TIME’S DOORSTEP

 

TIME’S DOORSTEP

by John Yeo

In the time of the after-time of Supertime,

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

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Death is a Passover from the self to the Superself,

Life is a preparation for the Superlife to come,

Life is infused with pain struggle and strife

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

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Heartbreak at the loss of Husband or Wife

The bonding and non-verbal closeness is riven

Torn apart from one dimension to another

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

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Tears and sorrow, mourning and desolation,

Guilt and sadness pass in times revere,

Pain-free, now bathed in Superlight,

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

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A beautiful person, who lived, loved and laughed here,

Has passed from our consciousness but still feels near,

In memories, images and many a dried up sad tear.

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

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In the time of the after-time of Supertime,

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved 

WICKED WICKLES

WEDNESDAY 27th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~ WICKED WICKLES

WICKED WICKLES

by John Yeo 

To someone who has never encountered Wickles

A writing prompt from M can be cunningly concealing

Wicked or innocent the imagination bristles.

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With a thorny question on a bed of wicked prickles

It was enough to send the sense of reality reeling

To someone who has never encountered Wickles.

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Were they witches covens with spellbinding trickles?

Or a questionable form of alternative healing?

Wicked or innocent the imagination bristles.

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After onerous research through magical epistles

An enquiry through Google search was revealing

To someone who has never encountered Wickles.

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Showing mouthwatering wicked, hot Wickles pickles 

A mix of spicy vegetables so tastefully appealing

Wicked or innocent the imagination bristles.

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Wicked flavours the unrefined palate tickles 

Through a tasty gastronomic flavourful feeling

To someone who has never encountered Wickles

Wicked or innocent the imagination bristles.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved 

THE SUGAR SCANDAL

TUESDAY 26th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~ The Sugar Scandal

THE SUGAR SCANDAL

by John Yeo

(A weight watchers nightmare).

    Through fallen sugar snow everywhere. With candy-floss-topped toffee mountains and rivers of sweet sugar rushing through fields of barley-sugar sweet corn. Trees made of solid-shaped icing sugar with leaves of sweet sugar marzipan. There were chocolate houses with chocolate gardens. A sweet bride with a handsome groom, were smiling happily on the topmost tier of the sweetest wedding cake ever made. The dreamer woke with a start, after a dream full of delectable treats. A nightmare and a shocking scene of a forbidden sugar scandal. 

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

UNSEASONABLY SALTY

MONDAY 25th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~UNSEASONABLY SALTY

UNSEASONABLY SALTY

by John Yeo

If salt were a part of the recent trend,
Would the salty flavour alter our taste?
Would we finish our food to the bitter end?
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If salt were consumed with a dietary end,
Would the real food flavour ever be traced?
If salt became a part of the recent trend.

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Without a dash of salt to add to the blend
Food seems indigestible, yet hard to waste.
Would we finish our food to the bitter end?

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If we faced the bitter truth would it tend,
To touch our consciences, sadly debased?
If salt were a part of the recent trend.  

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Would scientific research be hard to defend

With salty language, sadly misplaced?

Would we finish our food to the bitter end?

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Careless views would be hard to defend
Unseasonably salty and badly displaced.
If salt were a part of the recent trend,
Would we finish our food to the bitter end?



©️John Yeo all rights reserved

RICOCHETING ROCKETS

 SUNDAY 24th JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~RICOCHETING ROCKETS

RICOCHETING ROCKETS

by  John Yeo

   The world was on full alert. The media had broadcast warning after warning of an unidentifiable, asteroid-like object; rapidly approaching the Earth. Panic had set in among the leaders of the world’s nations. In spite of many warnings and prophetic utterances of approaching doom. The strange object just got closer and closer and seemed to be on a collision course. The richest nations proposed to strike the object with strategically aimed missiles and blow it to smithereens. The plan was to save as many lives as possible by limiting the collision damage to small pieces. The most powerful telescope lens on Earth was trained on the unidentified object. To the scientist’s great surprise it was a transparent rock with gaseous clouds visible inside. Clouds that seemed to have shifting forms, with some moving independently and some conjoined. This new information arrived too late for any deviation from the damage limitation decision. The leaders had already decided and a barrage of rockets was already on the way Incredibly the massed nuclear rockets were deflected and ricocheted off the surface of the asteroid-like object. Then cracks appeared in the glasslike surface and suddenly the whole asteroid was black and invisible to the human eye.

 ‘That’s not an asteroid! That’s a spaceship under alien control. We must try to contact the occupants.!’ yelled Professor Stevens to the team in NASA control. ‘Somebody should inform President Jonas, our armaments are useless!’

At that precise moment the power failed, the lights went out and Planet Earth was pitched into a dark void.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

CERTIFIABLY SENSATIONAL

SATURDAY 23rd JANUARY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION

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..

Prompt ~ CERTIFIABLY SENSATIONAL

CERTIFIABLY SENSATIONAL

by John Yeo


The specialist stepped back looking grave,
He frowned and said with a hopeless sigh;
‘I’m afraid you’ll have to be extra brave.
This infection has hit hard like a shockwave.
We did our utmost to apply and nullify 

The viral particles are alive and mutational
We used an antidote the symptoms to stave,
Your child’s stats show we were right to retry.

The vaccine’s effects are certifiably sensational.

This new drug has helped us save life

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There’s no guarantee but our hopes are high,
I’m afraid you’ll have to be extra brave.
We waited, breath-baited, tried to believe
Praying and beseeching to the cold blue sky.

The speed of the response was inspirational,

Colour slowly appeared with a flickering eye

Shallow breathing quickly became stronger

A slight smile appeared on the thin pale lips

The senses returned in a symphony to health

A revolutionary treatment; certifiably sensational.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

PICCADILLY SQUARE

FRIDAY 22nd JANUARY 2021

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..

Prompt ~ Piccadilly Square

PICCADILLY SQUARE

by John Yeo

  Joey, a hard-bitten, streetwise, London taxi cab driver queued up in a line of cabs waiting for passengers along the rank at Kings Cross station in central London. Joey had a philosophical approach to life, profit was everything. 

He was a short, stocky man, with a misshapen nose that was a relic from his school days when he excelled in the boxing ring. His friend Fred was seated in the cab behind and he sidled up for a chat while they waited.

  ‘Hey Joey! Heard the latest? There’s a group of smart-alecs about. They will hire your cab then give you the runaround.’

 At that moment an oriental gentleman opened the cab door and said.

 ‘Can you take me to Piccadilly Square please?’

Joey’s eyes gleamed when he heard this mispronunciation.

  ‘Certainly Sir!’

The gentleman climbed into the cab, breathing heavily with the effort.

 Joey began his usual flow of disarming conversation and said, 

‘Is this your first visit to London Sir?’

The stranger nodded and gazed out of the window at the dense traffic and the slow progress they were making.

Joey continued. ‘What part of the world are you from?’

  ‘China, I am here to visit my relatives who run a restaurant here. I understand Lord Nelson is commemorated in the square.’

  Joey couldn’t quite work this reply out but he didn’t respond and concentrated on the traffic. Finally they reached Piccadilly Circus and Joey pointed out Eros, the fountain. It was surrounded by tourists of all nationalities. 

 ‘Rumour has it that you will meet everyone you have ever known here if you stay long enough.’ said Joey.

 At that point another Asian gentleman knocked on the window and  Joey said, ‘Sorry, I’m not for hire.’ 

To his astonishment his passenger excitedly opened the window and began chatting away. They were old friends.

Joey said to his passenger, ‘There’s £125 to pay please.’

The passenger then enquired. ‘Where is the famous column and the statue of Lord Nelson?’

  Joey then began to understand. ‘Oh you want to get to Trafalgar Circus, I’ll take you both there for another £125.’

  As the sun went down in Central London on another day of ripoffs, misunderstanding and linguistic shenanigans, two TV actors removed their oriental makeup and went to a local pub for a well earned nightcap.

Joey the taxi driver had enjoyed a profitable day indeed. Little did he know his day of reckoning was just around the corner. Somewhere between Piccadilly Circus and Trafalgar Square.

© Written by John Yeo ~ all rights reserved