FAMILY VISIT

A Prompt Response for Flasher Friday

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FAMILY VISIT

By John Yeo

 

 It was cloudy and windy as the day dawned over Westchester Towers high school. 400 students, children of wealthy, landowners, industrialists, and commoners alike were in various stages of greeting a brand new day.

The manicured school lawn this morning was blighted by the sight of a large camping tent that had appeared from nowhere overnight.

This caused a ripple of concern among the staff and a delegation was soon formed and sent to investigate.

 The Headmaster, flanked by his deputy and the PE teacher together with the school janitor approached the tent.

“Headmaster, shouldn’t we call the police?” asked Tim Sampson, his deputy.

“Not yet, we don’t want to alarm the students, and we could be accused of wasting police time if there is a reasonable explanation.” replied the headmaster.

Then with a well-rehearsed, well-honed air of authority, he puffed out his chest and called out.

 “Hello, whoever is in there, come out at once!”

There was a silent pause before a strangely familiar voice shouted back,

“Keep away! There is danger here.”

The Headmaster, said “It’s Tom Newton the Science teacher. Whatever does he mean? Stand back, I think he’s gone crazy.”

 At that moment, James Jones and his best school pal, Fauntleroy Smythe were sitting on a small stone bridge, tossing stones and twigs into a fast-flowing brook. They had a good view of the mysterious tent and the events that followed.

 “Gypsies have moved in, if you ask me, they are everywhere these days. My Dad said they are a pain and should be forced to settle down and pay taxes like everyone else.” Said Fauntleroy.

 James smiled and nodded at this remark.  “Yes, they’re everywhere!  My Great-grandad was a Romany, a traveller who settled down and made a fortune as a scrap metal dealer.”

 “Oh! Sorry James, I never knew that; good for him.”

James just grinned and said, “It’s OK Fauntleroy!”

Then he pushed him off the bridge into the stream and watched as a shocked, muddy, sorry-looking individual clambered out of the water and staggered off towards the mysterious tent.

Ignoring the shouts of keep away; from the assembled delegation, Fauntleroy entered.

 Suddenly there was a loud bang followed by a terrifying scream. The Science teacher, staggered out carrying the student,

 “Call an ambulance!”  ordered the headmaster. “ What’s going on Newton?”

“Well Headmaster, I noticed some suspicious looking characters building this tent on the lawn last night. “I approached them, but I was overpowered and held prisoner.

“What was that loud bang?” asked the headmaster, “How did this lad get hurt?”

“I’m not sure Headmaster, I think a car backfired on the road beyond those trees as they fled, this lad screamed and fainted with shock.”

Then with a siren screeching, an ambulance arrived. Two paramedics confirmed that Fauntleroy had fainted with shock and would be fine with some rest.

 Meanwhile, James was in conversation with his Great Uncle Louis, who had arrived to visit him, bringing news of the family.

 

(497 WORDS)

 

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This is my response to a prompt from Our Write Side to their Friday Flasher prompt. A short story in no more than 500 Words using four elements

  • Place: inside a camping tent
  • Character: a high school teacher
  • Object: an ambulance
  • Weather: windy
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Friday Flasher: Inside A Tent

VIEWPOINT

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

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The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.

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VIEWPOINT

by John Yeo

Officer Tom was puzzled at the disappearance of the owner of the cycle.
“Look!” said Mary Jones, “It must belong to some one. It’s been leaning up against that lamp-post for days! I think someone got off, climbed the wooden stairs, then just disappeared.”
“Hmm!” Police Constable Jones proceeded to write something in his notebook, then he asked, “Where do the stairs lead?”
“Up to the roof,!” replied Mary. “Why would anyone want to climb up to my roof?”
“Ah! I had better take a look on that roof.”
Soon an ambulance and a police car arrived. Two paramedics carried a figure on a stretcher down the stairs to the ambulance and he was taken to hospital followed by the police car.
Officer Tom then congratulated Mary.
“Madame, you have just saved the life of a peeping Tom. He had a serious fall on the rooftops a few days ago and was unable to move following a broken leg. He had some very expensive telescopes, and an amazing assortment of women’s underwear up there.

(175 WORDS),

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AFTERNOON TEA

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The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.

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AFTERNOON TEA

by John Yeo

  The ladies of the local WI were taking afternoon tea in a very busy tourist area of the city. The sun shone beautifully as many people strolled by enjoying the pleasures of a peaceful afternoon.
  That was before the siren of an approaching ambulance in the distance, broke the spell. The ambulance was unable to get through, as the pathway was too narrow. A crowd quickly gathered around a young woman who was lying on the ground obviously in the later stages of her pregnancy.
      Doris quickly left her WI friends at the table and leapt into action. “Get hot water and towels from the restaurant! Quickly” she shouted. Soon the hearty cries of a new-born child could be heard as Doris calmly exclaimed.
        “It’s a girl.”
   Later when the paramedics finally arrived, Doris explained she had been a midwife for thirty years during her working life.
      “I’m going to name my baby Doris, after you.” said the grateful young Mum.
   “No don’t do that, she wont thank you for that.” Laughed Doris.

(174 WORDS)

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BOILING POINT 

This is a poem I have written in response to a prompt on Writers Digest

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-7

For today’s prompt, write a simmer down poem. This could be a poem about cooking, about calming down, about taking it easy. You get to simmer down in your own way. 

 

BOILING POINT 

by John Yeo 


The aggression was incredibly infectious 

As the demonstrators made their point.

With banners unfurled, chanting together,

Everyone united as followers of the cause.


A car was upended and exploded in flames,

Then a house brick shattered a window.

Shouting slogans, the demonstrators formed 

A wall of aggressive unwarranted outrage.


The authorities called in the police and the army

Anything to establish control.

Forming unbroken ranks, with protective shields 

They herded and faced the protestors down.


Amid the chaos of looting, fighting and arson,

The struggle erupted and spread.

A volcano of protest exploded and peaked.

To the boiling point of emotional stress.


The authorities began to take some control

The face-down began to turn things around.

The leaders of the rebels were under arrest

Leaving the last protestors to simmer down.


The chaotic outrage brought under control,

After much violence in the city streets 

The last of the ambulances left the scene.

The protest had finally run out of steam.


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ETERNAL FRIENDS

Pen n tonic Creative Expressions

Each week on Tuesday Pen’n’Tonic will post  a word, a phrase, a picture, or an idea that will constitute a prompt from which to submit a poem, a flash fiction piece (not longer than 250 words), an original photograph, an original artwork, or a combination of these things that you think applies to the week’s theme.

For this week’s challenge, a black and white photograph (owner and girls unknown) of three school friends at a rural schoolhouse.

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ETERNAL FRIENDS

By John Yeo

The three friends were all Land Army girls during the second world war. Betty and Cissy worked on the land and Lil drove an ambulance. They all met up one day to visit their old school for the school reunion day.
Lil borrowed the ambulance and gave Betty and Cissy a lift. The snow was thick on the ground and Lil drove very slowly and cautiously to avoid skidding out of control. Laughingly she joked, they would be safe in her hands as she was a first class ambulance driver usually driving as fast as possible.
The three friends had a wonderful time catching up with their old school chums, bringing  all the old memories of happy schooldays to life again. I took a photograph of the three of them together, promising faithfully I would send a copy on to each of them. They drove off in the ambulance laughing cheerily and waving goodbye.
Sadly that was the last anyone saw of them.
The German aircraft seemed to come from nowhere, strafing and bombing the vehicle and the houses nearby. We heard later that the bomb that hit the ambulance was a direct hit and  killed the three friends instantly. The funeral was a very sad solemn occasion that will live long in my memory.
I had the photograph developed and it was used in the obituary in the local paper, I saved this copy as a sad remembrance of my three dear school friends.
Eternal friends lost through war.

(250 Words)

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