TRESPASSING IN PARADISE

FRIDAY 11th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ TRESPASSING IN PARADISE 

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TRESPASSING IN PARADISE 

by John Yeo

Many  official vessels from different navies

United in a common cause, 

To stem a very sad tide. 

A tidal wave of unfortunate people.

Fleeing their homelands 

Through fear and persecution.

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The United forces of the comfortable world, 

Come together to save the lives

Of the refugees from oppression.

Crammed into unsafe vessels 

Preyed on for profit by cheats and thieves.

Led to Death by drowning in cruel rough seas. 

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Divided by cause, culture and strife,

The refugees from hard pressed lands

Arrive to find salvation in a makeshift camp.

To ask for asylum and begin a new life

The saviours argue the point, 

Divided by the situation of overpopulation.

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Can this worldwide tragedy really be true?

In paradise there is much dissatisfaction.

Some people’s lives are seriously askew

Driving them to consider emigration,

Legal or illegal it’s not very nice,

To persecute people for trespassing in paradise.

~

© Written by John Yeo  ~ All rights reserved 

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SOFT SPOKEN SECRETS

THURSDAY 10th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ SOFT SPOKEN SECRETS

SOFT SPOKEN SECRETS

By John Yeo

  The two families were lifelong friends who had separated and moved away from each other. Not just an average short distance this separation was three thousand miles. The annual plan was to meet up each year and holiday together. Every year a different destination was alternately chosen by each family.

 Don and Betty lived in New York, Don was a high profile film producer and his wife Betty was a retired fashion model who now devoted herself to their three children, Lee, Louis and Loretta. It was Don’s turn to choose a location. The kids were sworn to silence on their destination.

   ‘Look! I don’t want any of the Carter family to know where we are headed this year. Please don’t mention it on social media or Skype. OK!’

  ‘Sure thing Dad,’ chorused the three children in unison.

  Meanwhile, George and Matilda were egging on their two daughters, Carol and Cathy to discover this secret destination in advance. They lived in Surrey in the U.K., pretty close to London, but not quite. George was a successful stockbroker, Matilda had been his high-powered PA, before they’d married.

 The children regularly chatted together over the internet and they knew each other so well. In fact between the five of them they all knew exactly where the families were headed. Carol had a hearing problem, consequently, she was an accomplished lip reader and when Don and Betty were whispering together, she read exactly where they were off to. Soft spoken secrets meant nothing to her.

Next time the families were chatting over Skype, she suddenly said, ‘Will we need warm clothes in Alaska?’

© Written by John Yeo

LET’S NEVER SAY GOODBYE

WEDNESDAY 9th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ LET’S NEVER SAY GOODBYE 

LET’S NEVER SAY GOODBYE 

TWINS

by John Yeo

I can’t really say goodbye
Without heaving an enormous sigh.

My heart will never be free.

Our unique interaction is high,
An association by connection,
With a deep affinity of dual relation.

Emblazoned with individual ennui
That melds into a single accordance
Of telepathic communication.

Our separate lives continue to rely
On dual memories of times gone by.
Our minds are focused ever higher.

The years pass slowly by,  

Slipping, sliding, yet gracefully shy,
We hesitate to finally say goodbye.

Keep in touch with me,
I’ll miss you so much as time goes by.

Just let’s never say goodbye.

© Written by John Yeo

UNREAL REFLECTIONS

MONDAY 7th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ UNREAL REFLECTIONS

UNREAL REFLECTIONS

by John Yeo

  Peter was impressed when his sister Jane introduced him to her friend Julie. They got on like a house on fire, their conversation was lighthearted and they made each other laugh.

Peter noticed that Julie was always checking out her appearance in most of the shop windows they passed along the way. Julie was wrapped up in a large shapeless overcoat as protection against a cold windy night.

   ‘You look pretty, with your blonde hair and blue eyes, I would love to take you dancing on Saturday night.’ laughed Peter.

 Julie smiled and politely turned him down, mumbling.

‘Sorry Peter, I’m busy on Saturday.’

  Peter pressed her to meet him sometime soon and she responded by handing him her mobile phone number.

   It was later that night when he confided in Jane about Julie’s response and she said, ‘Julie never dates anyone, apparently she feels she’s too beautiful for any of the boys who are available, I think you are better off without that dubious pleasure.’

   Peter thought, (‘That’s unlike my sister to make a rather cruel remark like that!), but he didn’t say anything.

   It was just a couple of weeks later that Julie was rushed off to hospital where she almost died from lack of food, due to an eating disorder.

  Peter realised his sister Jane wasn’t being cruel, just protective of her brother.

    ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all.’ 

   Most people when they look in the mirror are usually quite blind to certain points of the reflection. People who are continually looking at themselves in a mirror could be suffering from something called Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD). This is a mental illness where people think they look different to how they really look. 

 Anorexia, the most common of the eating disorders, causes the individual to see a very different image in the mirror than what the glass reflects. 

 Narcissus in Greek mythology, apparently was so impossibly handsome that he fell in love with his own image reflected in a pool of water.

© Written by John Yeo 

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I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR MAGIC

SUNDAY 6th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR MAGIC

September Writing Prompts

I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR MAGIC

by John Yeo

    ‘Sarah I have to go away for a while, over the enchanted mountains, through the mystical valleys. I am desperately searching for the key to my lost vitality and inspiration.’  

  The magician had a tear in his eye as he uttered these words to his beautiful daughter.

    ‘Why Father, everything has been fine and we are happily living here in a state of eternal bliss. What are you searching for?’

   ‘I am conscious of the difference in my abilities now, to when I first became a new, sparkling, go-ahead magician, able to work my magic in any situation. My state of mind is slowing and I fear for my magical abilities. I need to search for potions that will bring back my youth and speed of thought.’

  ‘Father, surely aging is a natural process and we live to increase our knowledge through experience. Aging is a good thing that allows us to experience new frontiers naturally.’

   The magician stopped and smiled at the logic behind this reply. ‘My darling daughter, you have grasped something that is not apparent to many people. I know of mystical elixirs that can nourish the aging person and reinvigorate the weakest cells in our aging brains. I will travel many miles and confront many demons along the lifespan of my travels to obtain the solution to my declining mental prowess.’

 ‘Father, I have heard there is no known cure here for the slow degeneration of mental powers caused by the dreadful creeping palsy of the brain that often comes with old age. I sadly wish you well and I hope you find your magic in time to restore your powers.’

© Written by John Yeo 

KIDNAPPERS AND COUGARS

FRIDAY 4th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ KIDNAPPERS AND COUGARS

KIDNAPPERS AND COUGARS

by John Yeo

   The snatch had taken place as planned and the day dawned with Lord Percy, bound hand and foot in a remote cabin in the mountains. 

   Jim Murrell and Eddy Car were rubbing their hands together at the prospect of a large ransom that would soon be extorted from his parents, Lord and Lady Rochester.

  Jim remarked to Eddy, ‘We’ll leave young Percy here and drive back into town to make our financial demands.’

  ‘What about our young pay packet? Are we just going to leave him here tied up?’  asked Eddy.

‘Yeah, we’re only going to be gone for a few hours. He’ll be fine.’

An hour later the two villains were in a motel about 50 miles away negotiating a pickup place for £50,000 ransom, with Lord Rochester.

  Little did they know that they’d been followed by a middle aged vamp of a woman who had had Percy in her sights for quite some time. The moment they’d driven away, she entered the cabin and released Lord Percy and snatched him away to a luxury hotel where she proceeded to seduce him. Percy was overwhelmed with her charms, he’d never met a lady like this before and they got along like a house on fire.

 Meanwhile the kidnappers returned to the cabin where they were aghast to find their captive missing. They were later arrested after a mysterious tipoff to the police.

   Lord Percy and his newfound friend left the country together. Meanwhile the story broke as the headlines screamed.

A NOTORIOUS COUGAR ABDUCTS KIDNAP VICTIM.

The couple were quietly married and in spite of the obvious age gap and Lady Nellie’s reputation they lived happily ever after.

© Written by John Yeo 

I AM THE WEEKEND

THURSDAY 3rd SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ I AM THE WEEKEND

I AM THE WEEKEND 

by John Yeo

 Monday said to Tuesday, ‘Although I start a fresh new week.

For some I’m an undesirable day. I blame the laid back attitudes generated by the weekend.’ 

   Tuesday nodded in reply and said. ‘I know! I follow you week in week out. Most people haven’t even got over the weekend freedom generated by the absence of stress and financial pressures of the regulated working week when they wake up with me.’

  Wednesday then arrived on the scene bringing the midweek blues. ‘I’m neither one thing or the other, the settled routine is now in charge and the weekend just gone, is as far away as the weekend to come. I feel the clockwork week in motion.’

   Thursday was wistful and feeling the strain, that weekend feeling was clearly on the way again. ‘My spirits are lifting, the reason is clear, The weekend is once again drawing near.’

   Then comes Friday with the promise of the two days to come. 

‘My day will end with all cares on the run. I herald a weekend of freedom for some, when I merge with Saturday and Sunday and we three become one. We take delight when my day turns to night. 

I am the weekend.’

© Written by John Yeo 

KISSING IN KAMACHA

TUESDAY 1st SEPTEMBER 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..

Todays prompt is ~ KISSING IN KAMACHA

KISSING IN KAMACHA

by John Yeo

  The geological survey group were following the Euphrates, the longest river in Western Asia.

   Led by Professor Armitage of Cambridge University, and his wife Elaine the group were exploring the fertile valleys along the riverside. Their guides and erstwhile travelling companions were  Mustafa, Eren, Ahmet and Burak.

   Mustafa, a tall man, with dark penetrating eyes and an eagle’s beak, shaped nose, approached the Professor.

   ‘We will soon arrive in the beautiful valley of Kamacha, Sir. There  is a large tribe there who have been known to be quite violent to strangers. I recommend we follow and respect their customs vigilantly.’

    Burak, his fellow traveller, who was standing beside him nodded his head in agreement.

   ‘Of course;’ responded the Professor, ‘We’re prepared to treat everyone with mutual dignity and respect.’

  Burak, a stocky, medium-height individual with long greasy dark hair, hitched his rifle over his shoulder and silently grinned.

 Professor Armitage then suggested a couple of members of the team should reconnoiter and report back. This idea was greeted with enthusiasm all round and the other members of the team would follow. 

   Morning broke splendidly over the river as the expedition reached Kamacha. They were greeted by a large group of local tribesmen, heavily armed with vicious knives and spears. Suddenly a huge obese man wearing nothing but a loincloth grabbed Elaine and started passionately kissing her. An overweight half naked lady then grabbed hold of the Professor and proceeded to kiss him all over his face. Several tribesmen suddenly were kissing the other male members of the expedition.

  Professor Armitage jumped back in horror and pulled his wife away.

  Mustafa shouted, ‘Have a care Sir, we promised to respect their customs and this is their form of greeting.

© Written by John Yeo

YOU INSPIRE ME TO INSPIRE YOU

MONDAY 31st AUGUST 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..

YOU INSPIRE ME TO INSPIRE YOU

(Dedicated to Margaret)

by John Yeo

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

You’re feeding my constitution with total admiration

You realise you affect me through and through.

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My feelings build on your feelings, heartfelt and true

You lift me up. I’m suffused with inspiration.

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

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Since we met, these feelings grew and grew.

I’m searching desperately for causation

You realise you affect me through and through.

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Our mutual admiration is impossible to subdue

Admiration grows with a slow gestation.

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

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Our thoughts come together in a colourful hue

Our relationship is built on a firm foundation.

You realise you affect me through and through.

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Caring with sharing a love strong and true

An ongoing love with a continuous flirtation.

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

You realise you affect me through and through.

~

© Written by John Yeo

THE MOMENTS BEFORE WE TOUCH

SUNDAY 30th AUGUST 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..

THE MOMENTS BEFORE WE TOUCH

by John Yeo

  Penelope and Gill were chatting to their Grandma through the magic of Skype over the internet.

    ‘Hey Grandma! When can we come to see you again? Daddy hasn’t been very well and we all have to stay indoors for two weeks.’ Said Gill

    Penelope shouted. ‘Yes we want to come and visit you and give you lots of hugs but Mummy says we’re not allowed to.’

    ‘I know,’ replied Grandma, ‘But your Mummy is absolutely right, you must both have lots of patience. I still have a whole tin full of your favourite cookies and sweets for when we can get together again.’

   ‘Grandma, will we have to wear masks when we come to visit you? I don’t think it will be very nice kissing through a mask. We don’t wear them while we’re staying indoors, but Mummy has to put one on to answer the door.’  Said a worried looking Gill.

   Penelope grimaced, ‘Oh no! I want to give you a proper kiss. We have to keep washing our hands every five minutes. Mummy is very strict especially after our grocery delivery has arrived.’

    Grandma smiled and replied,  ‘Have patience, both of you. How’s your Daddy feeling today? Can I speak to your Mummy now please girls. I promise we will all be together again. I’m sending you both lots of hugs and my best love. I can’t wait, we will always remember the moments before we touch, when this is all over.

© Written by John Yeo