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..



by John Yeo

06:30, the sun was shining already and I decided to get up early and make my way over to the allotment. Margaret had turned over in our bed and sleepily said, ‘I’ll walk over to the allotment and join you there later.’   The rooks were cawing loudly in the nearby rookery, I remember thinking, when I arrived, ‘I would hate to live in one of the houses nearby.’ As soon as I reached our plot, I sensed something was amiss, it wasn’t until I saw the broken glass on the floor outside our shed, I realised we had been victims of an attempted burglary. The large padlock was still securely fastened to the door frame and had obviously resisted all attempts to remove it. The window had been smashed and the villains had tried to squeeze their arms in to steal whatever came to hand. Consequently a nest of shelves had been pulled down and everything was scattered everywhere.  At that point Margaret arrived and remarked that all our seed packets and plant labels were all over the place.    ‘Oh no!’ She exclaimed, ‘Everything is scattered and jumbled like Jenga’

   ‘We’d better call the police.’ I said, ‘There’s traces of blood on the glass, who’s Jenga?’

 ‘It’s a game, don’t worry about it, just call the police!’

© Written by John Yeo


 MONDAY 3rd 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..


by John Yeo

  ‘Hey Grandad and Grandma! Why have you got a wishing well on your allotment?’ 

   The grandchildren were on holiday and there were five children to be entertained. Four boys and a lively baby girl were exploring and helping out on the allotment. The sun was shining, the children were constantly under supervision and Grandma had her hands full. Grandad pushed his battered trilby hat to the back of his head and smiled.

    ‘Well, sit down for a minute and I’ll explain about a precious part of gardening, while Grandma sorts out the picnic. Water is special to help the garden plants grow, but our well is really special. This well is extremely deep, the bucket is attached to a long rope. We have a magical friend at the bottom of the well, Wally Wishbone lives there and every time we lower the bucket he fills it to the brim with crystal clear, life giving water. We then quench the thirst of our vegetables and they grow extra strong, large and tasty.’

   ‘Hey Grandad, does Wally Wishbone make wishes come true?’ asked Finley.

    ‘Of course, but you have to throw a coin in.’

 Bradley, who had been listening closely, frowned and said, ‘We haven’t got any coins Grandad. How can we make a wish.’

     ‘It just so happens, I’ve got five coins in my pocket, you three bigger boys will have to throw Maya’s and Archer’s coins in as they are both too small.’

     OK! Grandad chorused the three eldest boys.

Ronny at ten years old, was the eldest, a thoughtful sort of a lad said,

    ‘Grandad what happens if we throw the money in and our wishes don’t come true? How do we know Wally Wishbone won’t just keep the money?’

Grandad straightened his trilby, grinned and replied, ‘We don’t know anything for sure Ronny, except we have some excellent sandwiches prepared by Grandma from our fresh home grown vegetables. Wally Wishbone fills buckets full of crystal clear water making our wishes come true every day.’

Grandma Margaret working  exceptionally hard.

© Written by John Yeo