CALL THE PLUMBER; I’M STUCK

MONDAY 13th JULY 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..

CALL THE PLUMBER; I’M STUCK

by John Yeo

  Sammy was examining his feet while he was soaking in a hot bathtub. Linda, his wife walked into their spacious, luxurious bathroom, with a tray containing two drinks and some nibbles. Sammy did like indulging, while soaking away the aches and pains and stresses of the day. He idly pushed his left toe into the bottom of the left tap.

     ‘Linda, my left big toe is smaller than my right big toe, do you think there’s any significance in this difference.’  Sammy gave a gentle tug to remove the toe without any visible effect.

    Linda grinned and said, ’Yes, I have heard that it signifies that the left side of the brain is smaller than the right side.” Sammy gave a more forcible tug without any effect, his toe was firmly jammed. He picked up his drink and polished it off in one. He’d already had a skinful earlier in the day at the office. 

    ‘Really, you mean that? I think you’re trying to pull my leg. My left big toe is so far away from the left hand side of my brain. Surely there is no connection.’  He was beginning to panic a bit as his toe was firmly jammed in the tap.

   Linda  was beginning to enjoy this sub-aqua conversation enormously.  ‘Of course there’s a connection! All parts of the mind and body work in unison.’

 Sammy’s toe was beginning to get sore and he suddenly shouted,

‘Linda! I can’t shift my toe! Call the plumber; I’m stuck!’

© Written by John Yeo.

THERE’S A DRAGON IN THE BATHTUB

MONDAY 6th JULY 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.

THERE’S A DRAGON IN THE BATHTUB 

by John Yeo.

George was a dreamy sort of a lad, he had just enjoyed a huge lunch and he’d closed his eyes and drifted off.

   He found himself in a large castle, with a drawbridge over a moat. Thick walls surrounded him everywhere and from the battlements the view was stunning. He found himself exploring immediately and was soon in the great hall where there were shields hanging on the walls and a large round table. George wandered from room to room in idle curiosity just soaking up the medieval atmosphere.

He soon  arrived in a room with a large open topped tub in the centre of the floor. He was puzzled because there was a distinct smell of burning coming from behind some large screens.

He peeped through  a gap to see the strangest sight he’d ever seen.

There was a small insignificant dragon relaxing in the bathtub with his nostrils breathing fire.

George awoke with a start as his Mother came into the lounge complaining about his rugby kit, with a large Welsh flag lying in the bathtub where George had dumped them when he returned from school.

© Written by John Yeo.