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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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)





LITTLE GOODY TWO SHOES

Sunday Photo Prompt 25/02/2019

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

Photo Courtesy of Susan Spaulding

LITTLE GOODY TWO SHOES


by John Yeo

Matilda was a gifted child, always at the top of her class, with many other talents, she was well thought of in her community. Matilda was a chorister in the church choir, always singing her heart out and bringing tears to the eyes of everyone who heard her. She got straight A’s in her exams and she was looking forward immensely to going to university, to study Creative Writing.
Her sixth form friends had a nickname for her, Matilda was known as little Goody Two Shoes.
Four years later there was a huge shock to everyone who knew her when Matilda’s photograph was splashed across the front pages of the daily newspapers. Everyone was shocked to hear that Matilda was the brains behind a series of financial insurance scams.
In her defence, Matilda stated she had started to experiment to research a book she intended to write, and the whole thing just got out of hand. The Judge showed no mercy as he ordered her ill-gotten gains be seized and sent her to jail.
Matilda served two years in prison and became incredibly wealthy from the sales of a series of books based on her experiences.

(196 WORDS)

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved.

Bewilder-Wood

FLASH FICTION
Sunday Photo Prompt 18/02/2019

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

A Santa Claus

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

Bewilder-Wood

by John Yeo

  The children were on holiday and their parents had decided to treat them to a visit to the magical Bewilder-Wood. These woods were on the edge of Fantasy Forest, it was rumoured there were imps and fairies hiding away here.
Pip, Paula, and little Chloe were playing, hide and seek among the trees. Chloe was hiding and the twins, Pip and Paula were hunting for her.
Soon, Paula became concerned.

   ‘Chloe! Where are you? We have to find Mummy and Daddy.’

Then they saw Chloe, chatting away to a stranger with long white hair and a long white beard

   ‘Hello! I’m Mr. Claus, most people call me Santa.’ exclaimed the man.

   ‘You’re not Santa Claus. You’re too scruffy.’ Pip said giggling. Paula then took up this infectious giggle and they were soon shaking with laughter.

  The stranger said, kindly, ‘I’m off duty. Ho! Ho! Ho!’

Just then a tiny green elf hopped on the man’s shoulders and whispered and they both disappeared instantly.
At that exact moment, the children’s parents arrived.

    ‘Daddy, Mummy, Santa Claus was here and he was speaking to us.’ Chloe said excitedly.
Both parents shook their heads and laughed loudly.

  The twins chorused. ‘He disappeared with an elf.’

 

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

THE MESSAGE

FLASH FICTION
Sunday Photo Prompt 04/02/2019

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

Photo Credit Subramanya Bhat

THE MESSAGE

by John Yeo

  I took my usual seat on the bus and folded the seat in front of me back to allow me to stretch out my osteoarthritic-riddled legs in comfort.  It was then an interesting character arrived, in the shape of a lady in her mid-forties. This lady immediately pulled the seat in front of me back down, took a seat and leaned on the side of my seat. I was able to keep my legs stretched out as she adjusted her position around them. It was then I began to take some notice of her. She had long jet black hair that was obviously helped with black dye. Her nose was large, not unattractively large, set in a face with sharp brown eyes and little make-up applied. She was dramatically dressed, totally in black, except for her grey shoes. I noticed she had her fingernails painted a bright red, and she wore a thin gold bracelet. She wrote something on a piece of paper and promptly began to fold the paper into an origami shape. As she was leaving the bus she handed me the piece of paper and left. I opened the paper to reveal the scribbled words, DON’T STARE!

(200 WORDS)

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding.

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FIDO

 

FLASH FICTION
Sunday Photo Prompt 04/02/2019

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

Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr 

FIDO

by John Yeo

  The ice had been slowly melting for years. Many corpses of extinct creatures had been discovered, all frozen solid in death over the centuries.

  Contrary to the hopes of some of the Scientific Community; none of these creatures so far had come back to life.
Professor Chan headed a team exploring these Arctic Ice-fields and Glaciers with Mary Lee, his clever assistant.
Then the egg was discovered. A huge egg, muddy brown in colour, absolutely new to Science.
When Mary and the team saw the egg appear as the ice slowly melted, they were quick to retrieve it and deposit it in their icehouse for protection.
After a few days, Mary noticed a slight trembling inside the egg.

      ‘Professor! It’s coming to life, it must be the change of temperature.’
The normally reserved Professor became excited.

    ‘This is sensational Mary! We must keep this quiet and allow Nature to take its course.’

  ‘Certainly Professor!’
 Although high-security measures were in place, news leaked out. When the egg finally cracked a large crowd had gathered.
A gasp of shock and horror rippled around when this fearsome brute appeared.
Laughter ensued when the monster rolled over, smiled and wagged his tail.

(200 WORDS)
© John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding.

SLAVES TO ADDICTION (The tunnel out of addiction)

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Photo Credit: Joy Pixley

SLAVES TO ADDICTION 
(The tunnel out of addiction)

By John Yeo

 The first thing that comes to mind when one thinks about slavery, is the horror of the period between 1600, when slavery was reputed to have begun in the UK and 1863 when slavery was officially abolished in the USA. Sadly this is just the tip of a hidden iceberg.    Almost every one of us is a slave to an addiction in one form or another. Whether it be one of the obvious big four, Alcohol, Drugs, Tobacco, or Gambling or another enslaving addiction such as food, or the habitual rejection of food as in Anorexia, diets and slimming fads. A misers addiction is the storing up of gold and a hatred of expenditure. Henry’s addiction was an unmentionable addiction, except of course to his therapist.
  Ruth was also attending the same clinic for her similarly addictive behaviour. Dr Wesley, was a practical man and he brought these two young people together. ‘Henry and Ruth, I’ve tried everything to effect a cure for your addiction, so far without success. However there is light at the end of the tunnel, I propose to allow a period for you to relate to each other and effect a joint cure.’

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(200 WORDS)

© John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding.