MINE BE

TUESDAY 9th MARCH 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 ~MINE BE

MINE BE


by John Yeo

   Jill was shaken by this incredible offer and replied. ‘Thanks for your faith in my abilities, I guess you have done your homework. I will certainly need time to think things through. Meanwhile as a possible candidate, can I suggest you cut the extra alcohol and alleviate the ache some other way. Relaxation or Yoga as opposed to burpee workouts.’…..

   Several days later, Jill was catching up with an old friend following a high power conference. Simone Leipzig was also a financial analyst, they’d known each other since college and this was a rare get-together. Simone was a slightly overweight lady, with blonde hair and grey eyes. She countered her height challenge by wearing extremely high heels and raised her hair with a high hairstyle. She also power-dressed with a slim grey striped two-piece suit, with unobtrusive, slightly padded shoulders.

   ‘Hi Jill! Lovely to see you, it’s been weeks. You’re looking so well, what’s your secret? What did you think about the downturn in the market valuation of these four major companies?’

   Jill grinned when she heard these quick-fire questions, she was aware of Simone’s sharp mind from their previous meetings.

  ‘I’m fine thanks Simone!, How are you? I have some news for you and I’d really like your advice.’

  ‘I’m thriving well Jill, I’m still the chief exec. at ‘Mine Be,’ among my other interests. How can I help? Let’s have coffee together now. I’d love a latte with a piece of cream cake.’

   They were soon seated together in a nearby bistro and a cheerful waitress brought their drinks to the table.

  ‘Simone, I have been offered an interesting proposition by Richard Donleavy as a high power PA, with interests as a partner in several of his offshoot companies.’

   ‘Hold on Jill. Do you mean the Richard Donleavy, who features in the financial pages so frequently? However, did you come to meet him?’

   ‘It’s a long story Simone. Do you think I should take the bull by the horns and accept this offer? I’ve done some intensive checking and exploration and his financial standing is incredibly sound.’

  ‘From what you’ve said Jill, I would jump at the chance, it almost sounds too good to be true. I’m sure you’ve done your homework and taken independent advice.’

   ‘Yes I’ve spoken to David Jennings my solicitor and he’s promised to check the contract wording for me. He specialises in corporate law.’

   ‘Go for it Jill! You know where I am in the unlikely event you will need my advice or support. 

   ‘Of course!  Thanks Simone; That’s just so reassuring, I’m aware that  ‘Mine Be’s‘ a government set-up that works in tandem with the revenue department. I’m meeting Richard tomorrow and I intend to give him my answer.’

    Jill and Richard met in his city office  the next day where Jill tentatively accepted his offer, subject to signing the contracts.

  Richard invited her to lunch where they raised two glasses in a toast to celebrate their new business relationship. Richard chose a glass of Spicy Pumpkin Tonic. Jill was surprised when he said,

    ‘I took your advice and stopped alleviating the ache from my morning burpee accident, with alcohol and turned to a course of hypnosis. What will you have?’

    ‘I’ll  have the same.’ said Jill; laughing out loud.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

ALLEVIATING THE ACHE

SUNDAY 7th MARCH 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 ~ ALLEVIATING THE ACHE

ALLEVIATING THE ACHE


by John Yeo

   An emergency ambulance was summoned to transport Richard to an exclusive private hospital. Jill was a frequent visitor during the slow weeks of intensive physiotherapy treatment  and they became good friends. Richard never fully recovered from this untoward injury and needless to say he has never taken part in any further burpee sessions again…..

    Several weeks later Jill and Richard met for lunch at Grimaldi’s, an exclusive Italian restaurant. Jill was somewhat puzzled by this invitation, yet flattered, as she still had hopes their friendship would develop into something special. She had chosen her outfit with care and together with a fresh hairdo by Simon, her personal hairdresser, she looked absolutely stunning. The gold coloured two piece outfit she wore matched her newly coiffured hair perfectly. 

  Richard was already seated when she entered the restaurant and he instantly jumped to his feet when the restaurant maitre d escorted her to his table. 

   ‘Hi Jill! I’m so glad you could make it, I’m sure you’re always busy in your line of work. 

 Thanks Luigi. Can we order the wine now? Oh! and bring me another double gin and tonic. Would you like a drink Jill?’

.  ‘Yes please, could I just have a glass of fruit juice?’

    ‘Of course, Mr. Donleavy. I will inform the wine waiter.’

   ‘How are you Jill? Thanks for coming, it’s so lovely to see you again. May I say you look absolutely beautiful.’

  ‘Why thank you kind Sir. I’m fine. More importantly; how are you? Have you fully recovered from that nasty fall you took during that unfortunate burpee session?’

   At this moment the wine waiter arrived with the drinks and the wine list. Richard turned to Jill, smiled broadly and said, ‘Red or  White?  They do a very good Chianti or an excellent Chardonnay here.’ He quickly consumed the gin with just a tiny splash of tonic.

   Jill was somewhat taken aback by this but she smiled and after a moment’s thought, she said, ‘Chianti is probably too heavy for me at this time of day. Can I have some Chardonnay please?’

    ‘Certainly Jill’, Then turning to the waiter he said, ‘Would you bring us a bottle of your best Chardonnay and another double gin, please, I have enough tonic for the moment, thanks.’

 The waiter arrived and they both ordered their choices of meal from the extensive lunch menu.

    ‘Sorry Jill, you asked if I had fully recovered from the accident. Well sadly, I still get spasms of pain during the course of the day. I’ve been prescribed painkillers from my Doctor, but they aren’t strong enough. I find a few glasses of alcohol alongside the painkillers go some way towards alleviating the ache.’ 

  As if to accentuate this, the wine waiter arrived with the drinks and Richard took a sip of neat gin before the wine waiter opened the bottle and poured a small amount of wine for Richard to taste.

  ‘That will be fine thanks.’

   Jill was shocked to hear Richard was still in pain. She sympathised with him, but she gently pointed out the dangers of becoming reliant on alcohol to alleviate his aching pain.

  Richard nodded and said, ‘I know Jill, I have an interesting proposition for you. I’m aware that you are a brilliant financial analyst in your own right and you are successful. I’m an extremely wealthy man and I’m in need of a person of your calibre to act as my personal PA. This will not just be any ordinary PA job, I will pay you double the amount of money you earn now and you will automatically become  my partner in several of my business ventures. Obviously you can take as long as you like to think things over before you make your decision. Please try not to take too long though.’

 Jill was shaken by this incredible offer and replied. ‘Thanks for your faith in my abilities, I guess you have done your homework. I will certainly need time to think things through. Meanwhile as a possible candidate, can I suggest you cut the extra alcohol and alleviate the ache some other way. Relaxation or Yoga as opposed to burpee workouts.’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

MORNING BURPEES

SATURDAY 6th MARCH 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 ~ MORNING BURPEES

MORNING BURPEES


by John Yeo

 Jill Merryweather, a first class investment analyst, was on holiday in a renowned health fitness establishment. It’s another beautiful day, judging by the sun streaming through the window. The world is waiting for her, and she is ready to take it on. Live life to the full and seize every opportunity. That’s her motto, and one she intends to fulfil. Today will bring change, a new path to walk. She  can feel it. Getting out of bed, she dresses and wanders into the kitchen for some pre-exercise orange juice. Jill quickly ran a brush through her dark brown hair, splashed water into her deep brown eyes and headed towards the health centre’s gym. The morning fitness session was scheduled to start at 09:00 sharp. Jill’s pulse was racing at the prospect of continuing her brief association with the mysterious, handsome Richard Donleavy, a fellow guest. They had met and clicked instantly over the last two fitness sessions and all the signs pointed to a strong mutual attraction. Richard was unaware that Jill knew of him by reputation, as an extraordinarily successful investment banker, with his fingers of influence in many different pies. Sure enough Richard was already in the gym and favoured her with a dazzling smile. He was over 6 foot tall with a slight squint to his green eyes that only became noticeable when he removed his expensive tortoiseshell spectacles. He had a shock of neatly trimmed red hair with a small marching neatly trimmed moustache.

  ‘Hi!’ she responded, ‘How are you today? Ready to workout?’

  ‘Of course, I can’t wait, although I’m not used to such high intensity exercise, I’m sure I’m fit enough for anything.’

  ‘Well, we get through sit ups, crunches, leg raises, burpees and squats during this session. you should be fine if you have done it before.’ Jill said, smiling.

   ‘No problem,’ Richard laughed, although secretly he was exaggerating as he had never experienced burpees except for a quick home taught session via a YouTube video.

 The session started well and the mutual attraction between Jill and Richard was obvious to everyone. Until the burpee section started when for the first couple of movements Richard was fine, just a little awkward at first. On the third burpee, he landed awkwardly and screamed with pain as his back and shoulders hit the floor. Jill and the instructor rushed to help but he was unable to move. 

  An emergency ambulance was summoned to transport Richard to an exclusive private hospital. Jill was a frequent visitor during the slow weeks of intensive physiotherapy treatment  and they became good friends. Richard never fully recovered from this untoward injury and needless to say he has never taken part in any further burpee sessions again.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

SPILLING STELLA

THURSDAY 4th MARCH 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 ~ SPILLING STELLA 

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SPILLING STELLA 

by John Yeo

  Stella Fergusson was a renowned interviewer for a popular daytime television programme . The lady was 6’ 3” in height and extremely thin; stick-like would be the description that first sprang to mind on meeting her for the first time. She had long auburn hair that was always piled high on top of her head, adding an additional 6” to her height, making her an exceptionally formidable looking lady indeed. Her choice of earrings was usually long hanging gold pendants that sparkled and set off her deep brown eyes.

  Stella had an exceptionally quick mind; quick to pounce on the slightest clue to enable her to get to the nitty-gritty of the subject she was relentlessly pursuing. Stella had such an incredible knack of asking her subjects penetrating questions, she became known as ‘Spilling Stella.’ 

 In spite of this formidable reputation, celebrities queued up to be interviewed by her and her show was avidly watched by thousands of regular viewers. 

   Sadly Stella suddenly discovered she was suffering from a serious flu-like condition. Slowly, she became extremely ill and finally she was rushed off to hospital where she was diagnosed with Covid-19. After a period in hospital she recovered somewhat and tried to resume her work on the show. Unfortunately long Covid set in and she suffered fatigue with the cognitive impairment known as brain fog that made a return to her normal self impossible.

 Spilling Stella made a final broadcast advising her regular viewers she would no longer be available to spill-the-beans finishing with the words. ‘Take care and Stay safe.’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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DANGLING MODIFIERS

TUESDAY 2nd MARCH 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 ~DANGLING MODIFIERS 

DANGLING MODIFIERS 

by John Yeo

 ‘Excuse me, but I think your modifier is dangling.’

   Robin was leaning against the bar, relating his meeting and his experience, with Mellita Mann, a well known rising star of film and television. He ignored this obvious facetious interjection and continued….

    ‘Self assured and sophisticated, a social siren. Queen of all she surveyed, I tell you this was so unlike her.’ 

   Raving madly about the lady he had bumped into in his local supermarket, Robin sounded, shocked, surprised and visibly shaken.

   ‘Her hair was in curlers, she had no make-up on, and she was rude; pushy and rude. I would never have believed it, if I hadn’t seen it myself,! She actually stole something, picked it up from the shelf and put it right into her pocket!’ Robin went on, ‘I have seen her acting on television, I feel as if I know her intimately. There she was looking like a scruffy scarecrow, stealing from the supermarket. I called out loudly, ‘Stop thief!’ Then I was manhandled and pushed away by this gorilla of a man, who swore at me several times and told me to get lost. The police then arrived, and I was threatened with arrest, for a breach of the peace. I asked to speak to the manager to report the theft of the property, but I was stunned when the manager suddenly burst out laughing, the Police officer was also smiling. Then a tall smartly dressed man stepped forward, his next words took me totally by surprise.’

     ‘We are in the middle of filming an anti-theft, short film here. Please accept our apologies for your embarrassing, worthy reaction, we would like you to accept this money to go some way to smoothing over this unfortunate situation!

I am Henry Hills, the director.’

   Robin grimaced, made appropriate shocked remarks, reflecting his hurt feelings at this unforeseen embarrassment, and left with £100.00 in cash. 

  Later he would be found in the local bar drowning his well smoothed feelings with a velvety smooth Guinness.

Life’s like that! The modification of a situation dangling in the imagination.

~~~~~~~

Example of a dangling modifier.

‘Hopping briskly through the vegetable garden Robin glimpsed a frog.’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

HOMESPUN FABRIC

SATURDAY 27th 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 ~HOMESPUN FABRIC 

HOMESPUN FABRIC 

by John Yeo

  My child has left and gone to work, I lie here alone with my thoughts. I will not stir, I will not move, I am in pain. My little girl Anya is twelve years old. She takes care of everything for us both since her mother left us when the sadness descended on me. Anya gets up at dawn to prepare our meal and fetches water to wash our clothes. She cleans our room and takes good care of me. Anya hides when visitors come to the door. We both need her here to take care of me. Anya works in a sweatshop for twelve hours a day. With homespun fabric, she labours all day making clothes, for the fat people over the sea. 

 As I lie here alone the rats appear, they scuffle around, then leave, we never drop any crumbs here. 

 When the landlord calls to collect the rent; I’ve noticed the way he looks at my Anya when she pays him from her paltry earnings, mischievous, malevolent, lascivious looks that bode no good for my child.

 School for Anya was a couple of years In a shack for a classroom until her mother left us and she started to work. Anya always returns feeling weary, the dull repetitive drudgery is taking a terrible toll on her wellbeing.

  Anya has no time for friends or parties, new clothes or games and playing sports. No time for laughter or enjoying a book. Anya is always too busy working to stop and notice the children around her.

   Selfishly I lie here and let things be, I know I can never let Anya leave me to face my sadness alone. We are tied to each other irrecoverably. It’s far too late for me to offer her anything but my sympathy. I know I’m a thief and I can clearly see I have stolen a precious commodity. The innocent freedom of her childhood.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

IMPRESSIVE AND LUDICROUS

FRIDAY 26th 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 ~IMPRESSIVE AND LUDICROUS

THE FOLLY

by John Yeo

  Old Tom was always thrilled when he had visitors, particularly when his twelve years old Grandson Ferdy came to visit. 

     ‘Where are we going today Grandad?’

     ‘Well Ferdy, today we shall take a look at Charborough Tower, a well known folly that towers over the surrounding countryside.’

     ‘What’s a folly Grandad?’

   ‘A folly is an impressive, costly, ornamental building with no practical purpose, especially a tower or mock-Gothic ruin built in a large garden or park.’

  ‘Hey Grandad! Why would anyone waste money on something that’s of no use to anyone?’

   ‘I haven’t got a clue Ferdy! Some people have more money than sense. It will be good to see this impressive tower that was such a ludicrous waste of money when it was built.’ 

   ‘Can we go inside and climb to the top Grandad?’

   ‘I don’t think it’s open to the public, Ferdy. In any case I won’t be able to make it up to the top. It’s five floors high.’

IMPRESSIVE AND LUDICROUS

 by John Yeo 

   There will be words that transcend the words that have built the beautiful poetic cornucopia abundantly displayed on a daily basis via this wonderful social medium. Words to dance to in a pretty pattern…Words to dance away from; full of negativity….Words to inspire a wonderful poetic dance. Dancing to the universal tune inspired by many different poetically inspired minds. Love…Peace…Follow your own unique steps…Keep in tune….Follow these wonderful prompts provided by ‘M’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

INTO THE WILD

TUESDAY 23rd FEBRUARY 2021

INTO THE WILD

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 ~INTO THE WILD

INTO THE WILD

by John Yeo

  Bob and Lil had settled in extremely well into the luxury care home. After a few months, Bob became quite bored with the routine and one day Lil decided they should take a walk into the local park to cheer each other up. They came across a pretty woodland path and at Bob’s insistence they explored the edges of a large wood.

  Suddenly they became aware of crashing and crunching of twigs, and bushes as if someone or something was quickly bearing down on them from behind. They froze at this noisy approach which was getting closer. Someone or something was quite near, running through the undergrowth. They looked at each other, held hands and stole along an adjoining path in the opposite direction. They didn’t wait to find out who or what made that noise, birds high above flew away making cries of alarm disturbed by this unwelcome intrusion. 

 They walked deeper and deeper into the blackness of this huge pine forest, until they collapsed on a grassy bank of a stream, panting to get their breath back. The noisy pursuing sounds had faded away. They had no idea where they were, the stream was running quite fast, there were reeds, rushes and pretty yellow flowers on both sides on the banks. They decided to follow this stream in the hope of finding a way out of the forest.

  They came to a clearing in the dense woods covered with many wild flowers and  lush green grass, by the side of the stream. They sat down to rest and feeling hungry they nibbled on some chocolate that Lil had discovered in the bottom of her handbag with some wild berries. Bob laughed and remarked that they were enjoying  the fruits of the forest.

 Lil asked Bob if he knew anything about a group of pretty wild flowers nearby. He gasped in surprise when he immediately recognised them as a group of beautiful orchids. He’d been a keen botanist in his younger days.

  ‘I’m certain these are rare, valuable, Fairy Slipper orchids.’

  They continued on their way, leaving a makeshift trail of twisted reeds hanging from the branches of the trees and bushes along the path next to the stream. Suddenly, again there was an approaching crashing and breaking of twigs coming towards them from behind. They realised to their horror that they must have been followed  and their pursuer was not far away.  

To their relief, the bushes parted to reveal a familiar face.

‘There you are! I’ve been trying to catch up with you for ages. You must let someone know if you decide to go out for a walk.’

Bob looked at Lil and they both chorused. ‘Sorry it was my fault.’

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved.

BEYOND BLISS

MONDAY 22nd 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 ~BEYOND BLISS

BEYOND BLISS

by John Yeo

(A continuation of the misshapen reality of Bob and Lil)

   After a long examination of both Bob and Lil with many questions, the Doctor had this to say to Bill.

     ‘I’m sorry to say, I suspect your parents are both in the early stages of dementia. They are both living under the influence of a misshapen reality, it’s unusual for a married couple to both suffer together. The misshapen reality usually applies to one or the other. Interestingly they are both living in the same timeframe located many years ago when these friends they invited to the party were still alive.’

  Bill and his wife Pattie were shocked at this development, although they were not entirely surprised, as they had both begun to notice some odd behaviour by the couple lately.

    Bill’s first response was to ask Dr Blake, ‘What happens next?’

   ‘Well; there will have to be more tests before the final diagnosis and we will have to await a report from a consultant. Meanwhile the family will have to ensure they are both continuing to manage to look after each other.’

  The family, of course, was ready to rally round and everyone sat down and began to discuss the arrangements of looking after Bob and Lil.

   ‘That’s not a very nice eightieth birthday present for Bob!’ exclaimed Lil.

  ‘No, and we don’t want any family being nosey and interfering in our lives.’ responded Bob.

   There was a sudden unexpected knocking at the front door. Bob opened the door to a short, dark-haired gentleman, in a grey suit, carrying a black briefcase, beaming, with a wide smile.

   ‘Hallo; Mr. Robert Simkins? I’m Agent Million!  I’m delighted to inform you that your premium bond number has been drawn and you are the lucky winner of one million pounds.’

   ‘That’s great news!’ said Lil, ‘Which one is it? We both have an old £1 bond each. I’ll go and find them, we keep them in the kitchen drawer, they’ve been there for 20 years.’

   Agent Million was stunned to hear this, ‘You mean you have won a million pounds from an investment of £1 on a twenty-year old  bond you keep in the kitchen drawer?’

  ‘Yes that’s right! Now, that’s the sort of birthday present Bob deserves.’

  Several months later, after this incredible windfall was safely invested, the dreaded diagnosis arrived and Bob and Lil went off to stay in a luxury care establishment, where they lived happily beyond bliss together for over 10 years, absolutely in tune with each other.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

MISSHAPEN REALITIES

SUNDAY 21st 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 ~MISSHAPEN REALITIES

MISSHAPEN REALITIES

by John Yeo

  Bob Simpkins planned to celebrate his eightieth birthday in style. He’d always been a popular man in the village with a quick sense of humour and impish blue eyes with crinkly laughter lines, people were drawn to him. Bob’s wife Lil was excitedly calling up their local friends and neighbours, spreading the word. 

  Lil and Bob had been married for forty years. Lil was Bob’s pride and joy, they were so close, people who knew them thought they were possessed of one mind, sharing each other’s every thought and feeling. Lil was a splendid-looking, matronly lady with blonde curls and a charming smile that lit up her face. Her youthful looks wildly belied her 79 years of age.

   Bob would brag to all and sundry. ‘She was a stunner when I met her and she hasn’t changed a bit.’

   Lil would blush instantly if she happened to be present.
Their three children had arranged to set the celebrations up, and left the invitations to Bob and Lil.

  Bob and Lil were soon excitedly discussing who to invite from their numerous friends and acquaintances and filling in the invitation cards together.

 Finally when the big day arrived the family were surprised to see so few people present apart from the family.

‘Bob! Did you remember to post the invites?’

‘Of course Lil! I’m not daft!’

At that moment the postman arrived with a bundle of returned mail. mostly marked deceased or gone away. 

Dr Blake, the local GP, happened to have attended the party and pricked his ears up when he realized what had happened. 

He asked Bob and Lil and their son to attend the surgery.

After a long examination of both Bob and Lil with many questions, the Doctor had this to say to Bill.

     ‘I’m sorry to say, I suspect your parents are both in the early stages of dementia. They are both living under the influence of a misshapen reality, it’s unusual for a married couple to both suffer together. The misshapen reality usually applies to one or the other. Interestingly they are both living in the same timeframe located many years ago when these friends they invited to the party were still alive.’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved