RETREAT

TUESDAY 6th APRIL 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’  

Prompt…. Head to your favourite Blog, scroll down to the third post on the list. Take the third sentence on the post, and work it into a new post of your own.

‘Since soon out there into the wide unknown world’

With thanks to gunroswell and her ‘Rantings of a third kind’ blog.

RETREAT

by John Yeo

We live in our personal space in England,

The lawn slopes to the edge of some trees,

Our house sits in front of our woody garden

With shrubs in floral borders sure to please.

There is a secret path within those trees

Leading to a comfortable place of total seclusion.

Since soon out there into the wide unknown world

A wave of death and disease is approaching.

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Thick bushes and shrubs screen this secret place

Shielding a hidden glade with a secure, secret studio,

A rustic gate opens into a walled garden space.

A sheltered arbor within, has a comfortable seat

In front of a pond with water lilies a tinkling fountain.

A place where safety and good health can be had.

Since soon out there into the wide unknown world

A wave of death and disease is approaching.

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A peaceful electronic haven where we can retreat

To think private thoughts and muse now and again.

Numerous birds make their homes here in Spring

Sharing our privacy with their woodland melody.

Life’s mountainous problems are suddenly clear.

Bad news of an approaching viral pandemic

Soon out there into the wide unknown world

A wave of death and disease is approaching.

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A peace seeps into every pore of our being.

We share our lockdown life freely on social media

Through posts that reveal many random Tweets.

Or adorning the face of any smart-media

From that exclusive, secluded, private retreat.

We lock ourselves away in complete seclusion 

Since soon out there into the wide unknown world

A wave of death and disease is approaching.

~

©  Written by John Yeo. All rights reserved.

SHELTER

This is a piece of FLASH FICTION based on this photograph that was taken on a walk we enjoyed in Sheringham Park

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Image © Copyright ~ John and Margaret

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SHELTER

by John Yeo

     The nights draw in fast around here, I had planned to go further into the forest, the darkness descended so fast. I was on an extraordinary trek through this green woody forest with my camping equipment and a metal detector. I was following a foggy, cloudy, series of clues that would enable me to uncover some fabled Iceni artefacts, from the time the legendary Queen Boudicca walked this land. Suddenly as the darkness enveloped everywhere, the trail became obscured, I tripped over a fallen branch and fell heavily to the ground. I tried to get up, but my ankle had twisted, I could feel pain that sent me crashing to the ground again. I reached for my mobile telephone, but there was no signal, and the charge was very low.

     I was unable to put the tent up, I crawled along the trail in the darkness for a few yards until I came across a natural shelter. An arbor of branches that formed a makeshift roof, much like a natural woody cave. I crawled inside and soon the energy-sapping result of my efforts became apparent and I suddenly fell into a deep sleep. Then it rained, first a drizzle, then a more persistent shower followed by a crash of thunder. I woke to find the drips penetrating my little arbor and running down my face. Suddenly I froze as I could hear the sounds of panting breath and whimpering sounds from the low growing branches at the side of my arbor. I held my breath as I could sense danger, when a low warning growl informed me that I was not alone. I knew I was unable to move very quickly so I remained as still as possible, I was absolutely at the mercy of whatever was sharing my arbor.

    The storm passed over and I could hear movement at the back of my shelter. I lay still, and to my surprise a Muntjac deer suddenly bolted for the gap, as a family of foxes left by a small gap at the back of the shelter.

     When morning broke, I crawled outside and found my rucksack, lying just where I had left it by the trail. I found some matches and lit a fire trying to attract attention. Within an hour I was rescued and taken to hospital by an air ambulance.

    There is a level of unknown communication between all forms of life. We are in this thing together, until hunger drives us apart to kill for food.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved