CYCLING TO THE CENTRE OF THE WORLD

Sunday Photo Prompt 25/02/2019

The challenge is to write a story using 200 words or less based, on the photo prompt.

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

CYCLING TO THE CENTRE OF THE WORLD


by John Yeo

If I hire two cycles we can enjoy a sightseeing extravaganza for two.
The weather is set to be dry and fine and we can beat the traffic, just me and you.
There are no high winds forecast to spoil things, as we take off on our exciting ride.
Along the grand historic river Thames, a sightseeing tour along the riverside.
The London Eye circles it’s way on the horizon, overseeing a panoramic view
Of the historic city, monuments and famous attractions old and new.
There are many cycle paths and cycling routes nearby but the towpath is closed.
The historic Globe Theatre is worth a look as we meander along at our own speed.
The Tate Modern gallery, a work of art in restoration, is an interesting sight to see.
Our journey takes us along traffic-free paths allowing us some time to stop.
My tyre got punctured near Borough Market within sight of a riverside pub.
We stopped for lunch and explored the stalls selling tasty cheeses and meats.
A kindly patron in the pub helped us get on our way by changing a tyre for free.
We raced each other to our final destination. The Greenwich Observatory.
We parked the bikes and stood astride the historic Meridian line, where east meets west. We took our place at the centre of the world.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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THE GARDENER

This is my original rough take on the prompt before I had to rip it down to 150 words

Greenland | Johan van den Bos, Google Maps

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps. This week Pegman is still wandering around in the Northern Hemisphere. However, this time Pegman visits Greenland for the first time

THE GARDENER

by John Yeo

It had been a good year for old Tekkeitsertok, in his garden on the side of a sheltered hill, located just outside of Nuuk, the largest town in Greenland. This year had been warm, the lake was full of crystal clear water and his plants were thriving.

Tekkeitsertok was expecting visitors his two grandchildren, Pana and Arnaq were on the way.

With a dual yell of delight, two young tornadoes rushed up suddenly and threw their arms around him.

 

‘Hi, Grandad!’ Shouted Arnaq, a sweet looking young lady, and the older of the two.

 

Pana, eighteen months her junior was a sturdy young man of thirteen who would hunt, shoot and fish with the older men, grinned broadly. ‘We want to see the miracle of your growth Grandad, will you teach us how you can produce such nice food from those tiny seeds?’

 

‘Of course, children, but we will need longer than a day.’ replied the weary-looking elderly man.

 

Suddenly Pana said, ‘Grandad, I have a question.’

 

‘What is it Pana?’

 

‘Grandad, your name is Tekkeitsertok, after the god of hunting, yet you are here growing vegetables. What happened?’

 

Arnaq, his older sister caught her breath and shook her brother, ‘Don’t ask stupid questions Pana!’

 

Tekkeitsertok smiled and said, ‘It’s alright young lady, I will enlighten you both. I have killed many animals in my life, for warm clothing, for meat and even for fashion furs. I have seen many things. One day I was trapped under an ice floe, when a pure white wolf sunk his teeth into my, now useless left arm and dragged me away. I passed out. Sometime later, I came back to life and I remember a deep growling voice that repeatedly said the killing must stop.’

I then came around to find myself on a sled pulled by five white huskies with eyes that seemed to say. “Remember!”

Since that day I have never killed again except when hunger drove me to kill for food.’

Both children were silent as they watched their Grandad handle his spade with one hand to till the soil.

The lessons had just begun.

©️Written by John Yeo ~ All Rights Reserved

Note

Inuit Names

Tekkeitsertok/ Mans name

(God of hunting or master of Caribou)

Pana/ Boys name

(God who cares for souls)

Arnaq/ Girls name

(Woman or Girl)

~~~

After my Buzz-saw had ripped it down to 150 words 

The Gardener

by John Yeo

Tekkeitsertok’s garden was located near Nuuk, the largest town in Greenland.

Tekkeitsertok, had visitors, Pana and Arnaq.

‘Hi, Grandad!’ Shouted Arnaq, the older of the two.

Pana, said, ‘Teach us how you produce food from those tiny seeds?’

‘We will need longer than a day.’ replied Tekkeitsertok.

‘Grandad, your name is Tekkeitsertok, after the god of hunting, yet you are here growing vegetables. What happened?’

Tekkeitsertok said. ‘I had killed many animals. One day I was trapped under an ice floe when a white wolf sunk his teeth into my arm and dragged me away. I passed out and a deep growling voice said, ‘The killing must stop.’ I found myself on a sled pulled by five white huskies with eyes that seemed to say, “Remember!”

I have never killed again.’

Both children watched their Grandad, handle his spade with one hand to till the soil. The lessons had begun.

(150 WORDS)

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved,

THE GARDENER

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps.
This week Pegman is still wandering around in the Northern Hemisphere. However this time Pegman visits Greenland for the first time.

Greenland | Johan van den Bos, Google Maps

THE GARDENER


by John Yeo

Tekkeitsertok’s garden was located near Nuuk, the largest town in Greenland. Tekkeitsertok, had visitors, Pana and Arnaq.

‘Hi, Grandad!’ Shouted Arnaq, the older of the two.

Pana, said, ‘Teach us how you produce food from those tiny seeds?’

‘We will need longer than a day.’ replied Tekkeitsertok.

‘Grandad, your name is Tekkeitsertok, after the god of hunting, yet you are here growing vegetables. What happened?’

Tekkeitsertok said. ‘I had killed many animals. One day I was trapped under an ice floe when a white wolf sunk his teeth into my arm and dragged me away. I passed out and a deep growling voice said, ‘The killing must stop.’ I found myself on a sled pulled by five white huskies with eyes that seemed to say, “Remember!”

I have never killed again.’

Both children watched their Grandad, handle his spade with one hand to till the soil. The lessons had begun.

(150 WORDS)

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved

WAITING

Sunday Photo Prompt 25/02/2019

The challenge is to write a story using 200 words or less based, on the photo prompt.

Photo Credit: C. E. Ayr

WAITING


by John Yeo

I just wonder if this will be the one, the train my destiny will be on. I have stood on this platform many times during this last month since I received the last letter to say you would be coming home. I hate the thought of this crazy Afghan war, separating us any longer. I wish I’d never applied to join the forces to serve our country. I guess I was caught up in the patriotic fervour that swept the country, whipped up by stirring stories in the media. I was shocked when I discovered I was judged unfit for service and even more so when you informed me with a smile, that you’d applied and been accepted. I knew you were a special person when I asked you to be my wife, I never expected women to be allowed to serve, even Nurses. I have prayed for your survival every day since that terrible moment you were hit by a snipers bullet when you were desperately trying to save a life. Our separation has been excruciatingly painful and I’ve missed you and thought of you every single minute.
Please come home safely my darling fiancée!

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

(196 WORDS)





FATHERS DILEMMA

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps.

This week Pegman takes us to Portmeirion Village in Wales.

Portmeirion Village, Wales | Google Maps

FATHERS DILEMMA


by John Yeo

Not many people are aware of a valley near Portmeirion that is a renowned centre for Cryopreservation. My Father was Sir Alexander Hastings, a wealthy Industrialist, I was the only family member who shared a secret. Father had been diagnosed with terminal Cancer one month ago. He had deteriorated rapidly but he had suddenly altered his plans for a revolutionary preservation of his body by Cryonics. Father is a devoutly religious man who wondered if freezing his body at the point of death, with the hope of awakening when a cure for Cancer had been found he would be interfering with God’s plans for him. Would he be the same person he once was or an empty shell of the memory of who he once had been? Would he be rudely reawakened from eternal life?
Father will finally be at rest in the graveyard of the Pink Church in Portmeirion.

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The Pink Church in Portmeirion

THE LAST WISH

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I decided to resurrect and improve the following piece of Flash Fiction I wrote last year. A friend was wondering about what would one wish for in the event of miraculously having access to three wishes with no strings attached, within 200 words. I just had to make this interesting, with a little unexpected twist at the end. Word count is the most interesting way I know of slimming down a piece of writing to the bare bones.

THE LAST WISH


by John Yeo

‘Well Roger, your three wishes have almost completely expired Two of them have already been used. You are extremely wealthy and ageless, you will live as long as the world turns around the sun. I understand you have a special request for your third and final desire. What would you like?’

‘Yes Master, I have given much thought to my final request, and I ask for a companion to share eternity with, I will get lonely on my own and I would love a special friend to share my life with.

‘That is possible Roger, do you have anyone in mind?’
‘I want to be with that Angel on the pedestal in the park, I would like a pair of wings just like hers. We could be happily together for eternity.’
‘Are you absolutely sure this is what you wish for, to be with your Angel Roger? I can make this final wish come true for you.’
‘Yes please Master,’
Then with a wave of the magic wand Roger was turned to stone.

(174 WORDS )

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

GOODBYE CEMENT FACTORY

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps. 

Cement factory Pujiang No. 2h

This was my original draft before I had to trim the whole deal to just 150 words.

 

Goodbye Cement Factory

 

by John Yeo

 

  Chan had a bicycle, a valuable possession in his village. This enabled him to travel the five mile trip to the Cement works, where he worked hard for ten hours every day, loading the heavy cement bags onto a conveyor belt. He kept himself going to work until the factory came to a standstill one terrible day. Just like that without warning the factory suddenly closed. Chan needed to work to feed his aged parents. At the end of the first month of idleness, Chan hadn’t any money or food to eat. Then his Father sickened and weakened following the sudden death of his Mother from pneumonia.

  Desperately Chan approached Hung Li, the storekeeper, who had offered to buy his bicycle and reluctantly parted with his only form of transport. Too late, he returned home to find his Father had died and he was alone in the world. Chan made his way to the river where he had a friend with a boat. A fisherman who lived an idyllic life on the river, close to Nature. Chan handed over the cash he’d received for the cycle to his friend and became a partner in the fishing business. Chan adopted a large black Cormorant, who would feed on fish from his hand. Chan revisited the family grave to pay homage. The Cement works reopened and the harsh industrial life continued for some.

  Chan lived well from his fishing and bought a boat of his own. Later he got married to his old school friend Mary Lee and little Ching was born. The Cormorant flew away for a while and returned with two baby chicks who followed Chan’s boat everywhere. Feeding from the hands of Chan and Ching and Mary Lee.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

(341 WORDS)