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

EMPTY REFLECTIONS

MONDAY 16th OCTOBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION 

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 ~ EMPTY REFLECTIONS 

EMPTY REFLECTIONS 

by John Yeo

  Jason Spriggs was a third year psychology student at Welchester University. He was 20 years old, 5’ tall, with a shaved head and deep set brown eyes. He was a hard worker and was no stranger to burning the midnight oil. Most of his friends considered him to be good fun and he was a bit of a party animal. He had a habit of burning the candle at both ends.

  It was the weekend and although he had had little sleep Jason woke early in the morning: Suddenly. He vaguely remembered being part of a horrible scenario in his dream. It was difficult to remember exactly what he’d been dreaming about. There was just this terrible feeling of latent fear connected to his actual sense of self. Try as hard as he might, he hardly remembered a single thing that had contributed to this feeling of abject fear. He stumbled out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to answer an urgent call of nature. While he was washing his hands he glanced into the bathroom cabinet mirror. To his horror there was nothing there, just the wall behind him opposite the mirror. He shouted Help! at the top of his voice and Mary and Peter his fellow college housemates came running.

   ‘What’s up Jase?’ enquired Mary in a panic. ‘Why are you screaming?’

   ‘Calm down Jason or you will be arrested for breaching the peace and exceeding the allowable noise levels,’ quipped Peter, ‘They’re extremely hot on noise pollution in this area.’

   Mary tutted and pushed Peter to one side. ‘Don’t be cruel Pete. What’s the problem Jason?’

   Jason rubbed his eyes and looked at them. ‘Am I here? I must be visible to you, but I have lost my reflection. I just looked in the mirror and there’s nothing there. No reflection at all. I had a terrible frightening dream and I just got an empty reflection when I looked in the mirror.’ 

 Peter grinned and reminded him of his consumption of alcohol the night before. ‘Maybe you’re still suffering the effects of the wine and booze you put away yesterday. Have another drink and take another look in the mirror. The hair of the dog technique; never fails to reset the mind. As psychology students we are all aware of the tricks of perception.’

  Mary nodded and rushed off to empty the dregs of several wine bottles that were lying around the house. ‘Here Jase, drink this and look in the mirror again.’ They both knew this was another piece of psychological treatment using the power of suggestion.

 Jason quickly swallowed the contents of the proffered glass and looked in the mirror again.

 At first the glass was cloudy but he was soon relieved to see his reflection slowly appear where there had recently been an empty reflection.

  Peter grinned and said. ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?’

  They all collapsed together, curled up into fits of laughter.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved 

Picture it and Write ~ SATURDAY NIGHT IN SEA-TOWN

This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog

https://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2015/07/12/picture-it-write-62/

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As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia

SATURDAY NIGHT IN SEA-TOWN

by John Yeo

 A long hot summer had begun again.

The city council were holding an emergency meeting, to discuss
the increased levels of violence.
 “It’s always alcohol related!” Shouted Mrs Matse. “We should close all the beachside bars and clubs, to remove the threat of danger.”
The community was up in arms, the season had got underway again.

Jim Winchester was against the idea from the first. Prohib….What!”

 “Prohibition.” Repeated the mayor in his mayoral robes. “We should ban the sale and consumption of all alcoholic drinks along the beachfront until the season is over.

  “Not bloody likely! That would ruin the town, many traders would go broke, and Sea-Town would become a ghost town”
The voice was very strong, very relaxed, very sure of the points raised, and belonged to David Miller, a publican and a local club owner. David had served on the council for several years.
The meeting closed, with no firm decision, as always the council members were equally divided

 Billy and Bert pulled up on their bikes.
  “Looks like a good place to stop!” Smiled Billy, “Some nice looking pubs along the seafront here. We can enjoy ourselves and raise a little hell, for a while.”
Bert laughed. “Judging by all these Harley’s parked along here we will have plenty of company.”

 Nurse Joy had worked in the accident and emergency unit of the local hospital for many years. She dreaded the night-shift in this busy unit by the seaside. As with most seaside hospitals Saturday was usually the worst night shift of the week.

 Mary and her friend Juanita were very excited it was Saturday and they were heading into town for their first night out together ever. They were both first year students in the university of Sea-Town, they had adjoining rooms in the hall of residence.

 Billy and Bert met up with some other friendly bikers and started out on a glorious pub and club binge. They finished up in the “Tropicana” club, just as Mary and Juanita arrived. Little did any one of the the four separate people guess they were destined to meet up later under very different circumstances.

 The music was loud and the drinks flowed freely. Suddenly a scuffle broke out accompanied by loud voices shouting with much cursing as fighting began and the bouncers and doormen moved in to break it up. Then sirens belted out as the police and ambulances arrived at high speed.
Billy and Bert were both injured and rushed by ambulance to Sea-Town hospital.
 Juanita screamed as a flying bottle hit her in the face causing a very nasty cut. One of the police officers signalled an ambulance paramedic who helped her into an ambulance, accompanied by Mary.
  “You will have to go to hospital to be stitched up.” Remarked the ambulance driver.
 Both girls were horrified. “Will she be scarred in her face?” Asked Mary, shocked. “We were not involved, just out for an evenings fun.”
  “Sorry Miss, I don’t know the answer to your question! I will put her down as a bystander in my report. Collateral damage.”
  “What does that mean? Collateral damage? For heavens sake!” screamed Mary, now very upset and in shock.
  “That means she was an innocent caught up in an affray.” Replied the paramedic. “Sorry about that unfortunate choice of words.”

 The hospital accident and emergency department was a sea of people in various stages of treatment. Several incidents of drink-related violence had occurred in the town that night and the unit was very very busy. Nurse Joy and her colleagues were rushed off their feet, stitching up the injured and desperately keeping some order out of the chaos.
 Billy and Bert were interviewed by the police and released on bail, they waited for three hours to be treated for their injuries. Bert had a broken arm and a very badly bruised face and Billy had a six inch cut on his neck that would leave a nasty scar.
 Juanita fortunately had a superficial cut to her face and she was badly bruised. Juanita would be the owner of a nasty black eye on her return to college. She vowed never to go to the Tropicana club again. Ever!

 Nurse Joy was very tired at the end of her shift.
“Thank goodness I’m off-duty next Saturday. I will sit on the beach in the sun, protecting these tired eyes, that have seen so much, behind dark glasses.” 

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Sheltering ~ 100 word challenge ~ Velvet Verbosity

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SHELTERING

by John Yeo

Wandering through town, soaking up the sights, wonderful architecture reflecting the opulance of the recent past. Museums, fine art galleries, imposing statues and severe civic centre buildings. The snow was falling thick and fast, covering everywhere in a film of clean white powdery flakes. I tripped over a pair of legs portruding from a shop doorway. “Oi!” came a voice from within the spacious doorway. “I beg your pardon my friend”. The smell of alcohol, was intense, pouring from the doorway mingling with a pile of vomit on the pavement. “Why are you here?” “Just sheltering from a stormy life”

100 words in response to the latest challenge

on the word “Once”

Written by John Yeo © Copyright all rights reserved

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