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..


by John Yeo

   The sedate silence in the office was broken by occasional hushed voices making calls or taking part in video conferencing. Mary was munching on a chocolate bar enjoying an impromptu break, when Harold suddenly appeared alongside her desk. ‘How’s the project coming along Mary?’

    Mary shrugged and replied, ‘Not good, the pressure is intense as they keep moving the deadline’

   Harold made some sympathetic noises and asked, ‘How would you like it if I brought you a nice cup of coffee from the brand new machine the bosses have installed in the kitchen?’

    Mary smiled appreciatively and said  ’Ooh Thanks Harold! That would be lovely. My treat this time.’ Opening her purse she tipped a pile of change onto her desk.

 Harold swept up the change and went off to fetch the beverages.

 Suddenly the hushed silence in the office was shattered with some loud banging noises accompanied by loud expletives emanating from the office kitchen.

 My Saunders the office manager dashed into the kitchen to find Harold kicking and banging the brand new machine and shouting loudly.

  ‘Harold, what’s going on here? You are making an incredible racket and disturbing everyone.’

  ‘Sorry Mr Saunders, this damnable excuse for a coffee machine has taken my money without delivering any coffee.’

    ‘Harold that’s not the sort of behaviour we appreciate in this office. I’d like a word with you in private.’

    ‘OK, Mr Saunders, I’m sorry but I needed my coffee.’

   ‘Harold! How much do you need your job?’

© Written by John Yeo


TUESDAY 14th 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..


by John Yeo

‘Don’t tell me it’s fate.

I know it’s sad to relate, but I had to do it before it was too late.

After all, I am getting on and I’ve reached my elderly years.

The consequences of holding off would engender fears

Spending the rest of my life with the deep frustration of not accomplishing a dream.

 My instincts told me when to act, don’t hesitate by using polite tact.

Take the bull by the horns and never stop to look back. 

Hesitation is a stumbling block to the accomplishment of long held schemes. 

Some would say the only way forward is to follow your dreams.

Seek the answers by studying every aspect exceptionally well,

Weigh up the pros and cons and feel your confidence swell.

Each minute one spends in dithering and simple procrastination 

Is a stumbling block that will deny me the satisfaction.

Finally when time comes together and it begins to gestate 

The last thing I need after planning and scheming the wait

Is for me to respond, yeah that’s great!  (Don’t tell me it’s Fate).’

© Written by John Yeo


MONDAY 13th 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..


by John Yeo

  Sammy was examining his feet while he was soaking in a hot bathtub. Linda, his wife walked into their spacious, luxurious bathroom, with a tray containing two drinks and some nibbles. Sammy did like indulging, while soaking away the aches and pains and stresses of the day. He idly pushed his left toe into the bottom of the left tap.

     ‘Linda, my left big toe is smaller than my right big toe, do you think there’s any significance in this difference.’  Sammy gave a gentle tug to remove the toe without any visible effect.

    Linda grinned and said, ’Yes, I have heard that it signifies that the left side of the brain is smaller than the right side.” Sammy gave a more forcible tug without any effect, his toe was firmly jammed. He picked up his drink and polished it off in one. He’d already had a skinful earlier in the day at the office. 

    ‘Really, you mean that? I think you’re trying to pull my leg. My left big toe is so far away from the left hand side of my brain. Surely there is no connection.’  He was beginning to panic a bit as his toe was firmly jammed in the tap.

   Linda  was beginning to enjoy this sub-aqua conversation enormously.  ‘Of course there’s a connection! All parts of the mind and body work in unison.’

 Sammy’s toe was beginning to get sore and he suddenly shouted,

‘Linda! I can’t shift my toe! Call the plumber; I’m stuck!’

© Written by John Yeo.


SUNDAY 12th 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..


by John Yeo

   Old Mathew was in his eighties and a bit confused sometimes. Mary, his youngest daughter looked after him and cooked for him and generally did most of the chores. Mathew was a vegetable grower and had won numerous prizes for giant fruit and veg. One day he came in from the garden loaded up with produce for the kitchen. Mary began by washing and preparing a huge cabbage. Suddenly she screamed loudly.

‘Dad! This is crawling with caterpillars, look!’

Mathew rushed into the kitchen and said, ‘Don’t worry they’re only inchworms. Just wash the cabbage thoroughly, Mary.’

Mary prepared the meal and they both sat and enjoyed their meal. Mary couldn’t get over the feeling she might have eaten an inchworm and kept worrying. She had drunk a couple of extra glasses of wine to wash away the possible slime from the caterpillar, and she was feeling quite woozy.

 After dinner, she slipped upstairs to the bathroom and swallowed a half dozen extremely strong emetic tablets, washed down with another glass of wine.

 ‘Not to worry, the stronger the better.’ She thought to herself, ‘ l must get rid of that slimy creature from my stomach.’ Mary took a few more tablets to make sure she got rid of the loathsome thing.

 Later her father found her collapsed on the toilet floor with severe stomach pains and called for help from Judy, their next door neighbour, who immediately called an ambulance. Mary was rushed off to hospital with the tablet packet and after they had brought her round and pumped everything from her stomach, the young sister at the hospital asked her what had led her to swallow so many tablets.

‘It was the nasty inchworm that made me do it. I know I shouldn’t have drunk so much but I just wanted to get it out of my system. 

© Written by John Yeo 



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..


by John Yeo

   Professor Vince was working on mind magic. A way of allowing people to experience their own individual versions of television programmes delivered through a special mind controlled screen. 

    ‘Jimmy, think of a programme you would like to see, or just say programmes into the magic box.’

    ‘Yes Professor,’

Jimmy thought of football and instantly a match was relayed onto a blank picture frame set up in the lab. Time and again the programmes changed to his personal preferences on the instant of a thought. With a sparklingly realistic picture on the blank canvas in the picture frame.

   ‘Wow! This is an impressive new technology, how much will it cost to be developed?’

  Suddenly Jimmy collapsed on the laboratory floor and stopped breathing. He came round after some resuscitation and began to comment on a nonexistent football match garbled with travel programmes, mixed up with history programmes and peppa pig.

  The Professor gave a shrug of his shoulders and remarked, ‘Further experimentation will be required. Meantime LCD televisions are a far better buy than Plasma televisions.’

  Jimmy was confined for treatment in hospital and is still there to this day.

© Written by John Yeo


RESEARCH from Wikipedia 

Until about 2007, plasma displays were commonly used in large televisions (30 inches (76 cm) and larger). Since then, they have lost nearly all market share due to competition from low-cost LCDs and more expensive but high-contrast OLED flat-panel displays. Manufacturing of plasma displays for the United States retail market ended in 2014,[1][2] and manufacturing for the Chinese market ended in 2016.[3][4][needs update]




  It was rodeo day on the ranch, everyone came in fancy dress.

The costumes were magnificent from Nell Gwynn to good Queen Bess.  

  A rider was dressed as a sailor making waves on a bucking bronco. 

  Portly King Henry the eighth, rode a pony and trap.

The star of the show was a feathered Cavalier riding on a fierce bum steer, spinning a lariat.

© Written by John Yeo

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FRIDAY 10th 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..


by John Yeo

   It was as if a curtain of excruciating pain had dropped on her mind as she lay there. She couldn’t talk as her throat was blocked by the airways and tubes. However she was aware of people all around her and she could clearly hear the sounds and voices surrounding her.

   Josephine’s mind drifted over the possibilities of how she could have found herself in this position. 

   The guidelines issued by the government had been clear. Wash your hands frequently, no contact, no touching and keep your distance. It was just that she’d thought, ‘I should be alright if I continually wear a mask and keep washing my hands. After all it’s mainly old people in care homes who are dying.’

   It was Jamie who had turned her head, she’d been in love with him for ages. He’d seemed to have ignored her for months until three weeks ago when they passed each other in the street, he’d stolen her heart with a broad grin. One thing led to another and a relationship had quickly developed. They say love is blind; nothing could separate the lovers, until Jamie was rushed off to hospital.

   Four days later Josephine had developed the well publicised symptoms and things had just got worse and worse. She had been rushed into hospital and here she was attached to a ventilator fighting for her life. 

© Written by John Yeo



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..


by John Yeo

A peaceful scene soon lit by the dawn.

As creatures gathered by the waterhole 

A pitch black night slowly began to reform


The rising sun picked out the animals drawn

A mother nurses and shields her foal

A peaceful scene soon lit by the dawn.


Predators waiting prepare to storm

As thirst is slaked without control.

A pitch black night slowly began to reform.


Green hills reflect the rising sun and adorn

Antelope Impala, Zebra joining the shoal

The peaceful scene was soon lit by dawn.


Sounds break the silence, a picture redrawn

Stampede and flight from the watering hole

A pitch black night slowly began to reform

The unpeaceful scene soon lit by dawn.

© Written by John Yeo




I worked very hard to get over the blight, 

Then to fashion a quill that would actually write.

Pick the feather up and begin to sharpen

The end into a perfect nib.


An inkwell full of Indian ink, 

Jet black and smooth almost velvet in texture, 

Next a parchment that was specially prepared

To record the unfolding events.


The seers and prophets had forecast the end

Of the world as we know it is nigh,

They say the information was revealed,

From prophetic knowledge of old.


The sands of time have passed by the mark,

When we should be part of the past

The star in the North is still burning

The light is overcoming the dark.


Why is the end of the world so late?

I measured the sands and counted the days, 

The solar and lunar forecasters will state

Scientific evidence will blame it on fate. 


Copyright © Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved.



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.


by John Yeo

   ‘If only we could!’ said Peter, completely out of the blue. 

    Mary looked puzzled, shrugged her bony shoulders and swept away a strand of blonde hair that had drifted across her eyes.

   ‘What are you talking about? If only we could what? Peter, you’re talking in riddles again.’ 

  Peter, who was ever the absentminded student, took off his glasses and gave them a polish on the sleeve of his shirt.

   ‘Well I think the only way we can pass the History exam is to go back in time and see what happened for ourselves.’

  Mary laughed, ‘You mean like Dr Who in the Tardiss, how wonderful it would be to actually watch the crowning of the wonderful Queen Elizabeth the first. We would have to be able to blend into the background without being noticed. Imagine the essay we could write if we learned the truth about her secret lover.’   

  Peter laughed loudly as he replied, ‘You would have to be careful Mary or you could lose your head if you were caught spying and being nosey.’

   Mary grinned and playfully pushed Peter on his shoulder, ‘Go on! I’ll give you nosey, we would be carrying out historical research, that’s not being nosey.’

    Peter smiled and replied, ‘That’s the point Mary, If we could travel through time, we would be a part of the past. We would be present before history had become history.

© Written by John Yeo