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WAVING WINTER WHEAT

WEDNESDAY 10th FEBRUARY 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 ~WAVING WINTER WHEAT

WAVING WINTER WHEAT

by John Yeo

   Restivo was an urban rat; the leader of a large rat pack that inhabited the maze of London sewers. Life had been comfortable for everyone in the pack, with the families enjoying gourmet meals, scavenged from numerous restaurant bins and the discarded remains of takeaway meals carelessly dumped on the city streets. 

  Things began to get strangely difficult when their food supply suddenly dried up. Restivo made enquiries among all the senior members. 

 It was Bertram, an aggressive fearless brown rat who provided the first clue.

   ‘The two-legged giants seem to have disappeared overnight and there’s been no food scraps available. Our food-sources are dark and locked up, with nothing to eat anywhere.’

   Lady Belle, a handsome brown rat said, ‘How am I going to feed the family? Without the giants we will starve. It’s bad enough losing my friends to vicious poisoning.’ 

   ‘Don’t forget it’s the giants who are poisoning us. Now they are staying indoors, locked down so there will be no poison.’  remarked Bertram.

   ‘Yes; but we will all starve in the city without the two-legged giants,’  cried Lady Belle.

  Within a week, food was becoming scarcer and scarcer, during the disappearance of the locked-down two-legged giants. No-one was eating in their restaurants and discarded food was becoming scarcer. Restivo, the leader of the pack, called the rats to a mass meeting. 

  ‘Listen friends, we’re moving out to the green fields of the farms with huge grain stores, and mounds of food growing everywhere. There are vegetables and fruit freely available, growing in orchards. Beautiful wheat-fields with gentle summer breezes and crops of waving winter wheat, ready to be harvested by our families.’

  There was a chorus of agreement, then Roberta Rat shouted.

‘ Where are we off to Boss?’

‘The hinterland just outside town.’

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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