THE DAY AFTER EVENTUALLY

FRIDAY 5th FEBRUARY 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 ~ THE DAY AFTER EVENTUALLY

THE DAY AFTER EVENTUALLY

by John Yeo

  ‘Gerri, the Coronavirus update is just beginning on TV love! It’s the PM, alongside the PROF. outlining the health view and SIR.P., taking the scientific stance’ exclaimed  Peter Smith, quite loudly as his wife Geraldine was busy in the kitchen preparing the evening meal. There was a vocal reaction to this, Peter was unsure how this information had been received. Sometimes he felt that his wife’s surface enthusiastic response masked an undercurrent of resignation. They had endured the highs and lows of the worldwide pandemic for almost a year now and the constant flow of facts and figures and graphs had begun to show signs of overkill. They sat down together to listen to the latest stream of data.


    The PM opened the proceedings with a long fact-filled description of the latest developments. This inspiring rundown of facts and figures ended with the sentence…..’We are making excellent progress in the fight against this deadly threat to our way of life and I’m sure we will eventually be able to get this virus under control. I will now hand you over to the Prof, who will outline the situation so far.’
 

The Professor confidently began to interpret the meaning of the figures on several  charts and after some health advice finished by saying. ‘If everyone obeys the recommended behavioural instructions, eventually we will certainly beat this virus.’

Next, Sir P, the esteemed head of science outlined the up-to-minute  scientific research on the progress of the worldwide attempts to produce an effective vaccine to stem the uncontrolled spread of the virus. His closing words were, ‘Eventually, when the bulk of the population has had a vaccination, herd immunity will develop and we will have the virus on the run.
   

Eventually after some questions from the media and the public the PM closed the meeting with the words….Stay at home, Protect the NHS,  Save lives and eventually we’ll certainly beat this virus.

      Geraldine looked at Peter and said, ‘It’s frightening Pete! Whatever are we going to do on the day after eventually?’

    Peter grinned and replied, ‘Easy Geri! We’ll invite our friends and family round to enjoy a wild party and celebrate for the whole day!’

     ‘Ooh Yes Pete! Then we can book a holiday abroad and celebrate with the rest of the family overseas.’

 © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

DIRE OUTCOME

SUNDAY 29th NOVEMBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/11/28/weekend-writing-prompt-185-dire/

DIRE OUTCOME 

by John Yeo

No matter how high your intentions aspire

The lady you love is now unapproachable 

This diagnosis will dampen your fire.

Social distancing will keep you far apart

No hugs, no kisses, just safely unsociable.

Sadly no exceptions for affairs of the heart.

Lock yourself away and suppress your desire

If your patience is strong your dream is attainable.

(58 WORDS)

UNCOMFORTABLE CORONAVIRUS VIBES

SUNDAY 25th OCTOBER 2020 ~ BLOG POST

PROMPT ~ Write about a time you were uncomfortable

UNCOMFORTABLE CORONAVIRUS VIBES

by John Yeo

  The huge publicity campaign highlighting the dangers of interaction with other people during the current Coronavirus pandemic makes one feel extremely uncomfortable all the time. 

   Whenever one ventures out of the house the dangers, whether real or imagined are all around. Most people we come into contact with, take the necessary precautions by keeping to the metre distancing recommendations and a high proportion wear a face covering when entering the local shops.

 However there are still the virtually unconcerned minority, who take enormous risks with their own health and everyone else they come into contact with. 

  The daily statistics, sadly give a clear picture of the latest figures of people who have become infected with the virus and sadder still, the number of people who’ve been hospitalised. Then the most uncomfortable statistic of all, the daily death toll from this unremittingly vicious virus. 

 We live in a small town of narrow streets around the main shopping area that has been turned into a one way pedestrian area. One side of the main road has been designated by clear arrow signs pointing in one direction. The opposite side of the road has a series of arrows clearly pointing in the opposite direction. The shops and the shopping area are built close to the main road, with narrow pavements, leaving little room for people to pass one another and still comply with the social distancing recommendations. 

 The main shopping road is a one way road for traffic and the town gets exceedingly busy at times. Some incredibly ignorant, unenlightened people, will insist on walking along the pavements in the wrong direction causing other pedestrians to walk in the road to maintain the social distancing regulations. Very few people wear a face covering except for when they enter the shops, where it is a legal requirement.

  We tend to avoid shopping in town unless it’s absolutely essential, but of course there are times when a visit to the Pharmacy or the Optician or the Hairdressers makes it unavoidable. 

   At this particularly unusual time during this obnoxious Coronavirus pandemic going into town will always be accompanied by an unpleasant, uncomfortable feeling.

© Written by John Yeo

A TIMELESS APPROACH

WEDNESDAY 30th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ A TIMELESS APPROACH

A TIMELESS APPROACH

by John yeo

  The world is threatened by a new virus that seems to be indiscriminately killing many people who come into contact;

with its deadly infectious spoors. 

Everywhere people are standing and fighting with every possible weapon at their disposal.

A timeless approach.

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  People dying all over the world, suffering in agonising ways

this disease kills indiscriminately from labourers to Kings; 

Heroes; medical people wearing PPE.

Many public places are closed and forbidden, theatres, cinemas and churches; our prayers are said in private.

A timeless approach.

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  The fighting guidelines rapidly change, almost on a daily basis, masks worn in public places and social distancing everywhere, observed.

Some scoff at the measures in place and construct conspiracy theories as the fight goes on.

A timeless approach.

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Pandemics have come and gone, throughout the historical record, instant exchange of information, the touch of a button throughout the world; the modern weapon.

Collating; sharing information through the media is no substitute for hands on care,

A timeless approach.

~

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

FEELING WEIRDLY CONFIDENT

WEDNESDAY 23rd SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~FEELING WEIRDLY CONFIDENT

FEELING WEIRDLY CONFIDENT (1)

by John Yeo

    I’ve had a coughing fit lately and my temperature’s gone through the roof.

   The advice is to frequently wash my hands and self-isolate for two whole weeks.

   I’ve taken a Coronavirus test and sent it to the laboratories by first class post.

   The world has gone crazy lately. I’ve become more reclusive than a hermit.

   Although I’m bombarded with information from electronic devices and other sources.

   My life will never be the way it used to be, yet I’m feeling weirdly confident.

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   My cough disappeared along with the pollen; dispersed by flowers and oil seed rape.

   My high temperature disappeared with the heatwave that we had suffered for several days.

   The results from my Coronavirus test came back negative to my huge relief and delight.

    My house has become like an island that is perfect for self-preservation.

    The news gets more depressing as the pandemic spreads around the world.

     Although our lives will never be the same again I can’t help feeling weirdly confident.

© Written by John Yeo 

FEELING WEIRDLY CONFIDENT (2)

by John Yeo

    I’ve had a coughing fit lately and my temperature’s gone through the roof. The advice is to frequently wash my hands and self-isolate for two whole weeks. I’ve taken a Coronavirus test and sent it to the laboratories by first class post. The world has gone crazy lately. I’ve become more reclusive than a hermit. Although I’m bombarded with information from electronic devices and other sources. My life will never be the way it used to be, yet I’m feeling weirdly confident.

    My cough disappeared along with the pollen; dispersed by flowers and oil seed rape. My high temperature disappeared with the heatwave that we had suffered for several days. The results from my Coronavirus test came back negative to my huge relief and delight. My house has become like an island that is perfect for self-preservation. The news gets more depressing as the pandemic spreads around the world. Although our lives will never be the same again I can’t help feeling weirdly confident.

© Written by John Yeo 

THE MOMENTS BEFORE WE TOUCH

SUNDAY 30th 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..

THE MOMENTS BEFORE WE TOUCH

by John Yeo

  Penelope and Gill were chatting to their Grandma through the magic of Skype over the internet.

    ‘Hey Grandma! When can we come to see you again? Daddy hasn’t been very well and we all have to stay indoors for two weeks.’ Said Gill

    Penelope shouted. ‘Yes we want to come and visit you and give you lots of hugs but Mummy says we’re not allowed to.’

    ‘I know,’ replied Grandma, ‘But your Mummy is absolutely right, you must both have lots of patience. I still have a whole tin full of your favourite cookies and sweets for when we can get together again.’

   ‘Grandma, will we have to wear masks when we come to visit you? I don’t think it will be very nice kissing through a mask. We don’t wear them while we’re staying indoors, but Mummy has to put one on to answer the door.’  Said a worried looking Gill.

   Penelope grimaced, ‘Oh no! I want to give you a proper kiss. We have to keep washing our hands every five minutes. Mummy is very strict especially after our grocery delivery has arrived.’

    Grandma smiled and replied,  ‘Have patience, both of you. How’s your Daddy feeling today? Can I speak to your Mummy now please girls. I promise we will all be together again. I’m sending you both lots of hugs and my best love. I can’t wait, we will always remember the moments before we touch, when this is all over.

© Written by John Yeo

THE FLAVOUR OF TRUTH

MONDAY 24th 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..

THE FLAVOUR OF TRUTH

by John Yeo

The Leader has declared the virus is dead!

A cure discovered, but where’s the proof?

The media refute the lies, however widespread

barely contain the flavour of truth.

People are testing positive, rumours are shed.

The opposition has issued a dramatic reproof

Leaving the population with a feeling of dread,

Our future is in the realms of dishonest misuse

of power that corrupts the soul by the head

Words that barely contain the flavour of truth,

Their Leader has declared the virus is dead.

© Written by John Yeo

DEVASTATION

WEDNESDAY 17 JUNE 2020

BLOG POST

Write a piece describing the devastating effect of the Coronavirus Covid19 on a single family.

DEVASTATION 

by John Yeo

 Jose was a successful hotelier, his wife Maria was his backbone and his inspiration. They had built up La Casa del Puenta. The hotel was excellent and attracted many tourists from around the world. They had a reputation of being the first hotel in Spain to have been awarded a certificate of excellence by Jules Fargo, a well known travel experience organisation that could make or break the future of a hotel. 

 It was during the high season that the rumours of something nasty began swirling around the media waves. It was Maria who became worried first, her sister had suddenly become seriously ill and was in a large hospital in the city. 

    ‘Jose,’ she said, out of the blue one day, ‘I have to take the day off tomorrow to go and visit Consuella in hospital.’ 

     Without hesitation, Jose said. ‘Of course darling, I will manage. You have built up some wonderfully adaptable staff to cover for you.’

    ‘Thanks Jose, I will give her your love and take a few things to ease her stay while she’s in hospital. I don’t know quite what’s wrong with her exactly but I’m sure she will get over it.’

 Little did either of them realise what life-changing events were about to happen that would have untold repercussions on their comfortable everyday life.

 Later that day the news broke of the serious infectious disease that was sweeping through Spain. The news bulletins on the media were frantically warning people not to travel. To stay put, and keep themselves isolated from everyone else. The hotel emptied over the course of that single day, as guests checked out. The hotel reception desk telephones were constantly busy with people ringing to cancel their bookings. 

 Some members of the hotel staff immediately packed up and left, to be with their homes and families, contrary to the official advice.  Suddenly everyone who Jose and Maria came into contact with was wearing a medical mask. Maria had instantly dropped her plan to visit her sister in the city, as the significance of what was happening became clearer.

 The food deliveries suddenly dried up except for a few local farmers who dropped off their produce directly to the hotel.

  Information began to become clear, the country was in the grip of a worldwide pandemic. A deadly disease was sweeping the world and had reached Spain. The advice was to stay put and not go outside. 

 Over the next few days the hotel became like a large hollow shell, the swimming pools were deserted with the bars and the restaurant permanently empty. None of the loyal hotel staff remained as they had slowly fled home to their families, contrary to the government advice. Jose and Maria kept to their suite. The freezers in the kitchens were full of frozen food, and the wine cellar was reasonably stocked. However they had to spend a long time just destroying the fresh food and filling the bins.  

   Horror-stricken, they had kept up with the news of the deadly outbreak and as the body counts grew on a daily basis they became increasingly frightened.

 One positive thing that was happening was the continued visits of Farmer Lorenzo, bringing fresh milk, eggs and bread and most importantly local news.

 Apparently many local people were sick and there was much sadness and the streets were deserted wherever you went.   

  Lorenzo  said, ‘I dare not walk on the streets of town as some young men are breaking into local shops to steal food.’

  Maria replied, ‘Oh no! Where are the police?’

    ‘The police are forced to keep the peace, but there is a lot of sympathy for the hungry people. Food stocks are running short, due to stockpiling by the wealthy.’ replied Lorenzo.

    Two weeks later when Lorenzo arrived with his fresh produce he found the hotel deserted. The local postman shouted from his van parked across the road. They are both in the general hospital, seriously ill with this evil virus. Lorenzo couldn’t control the tears that formed in his dark brown eyes.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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THE JOURNEY’S END

THE JOURNEY’S END

by John Yeo

  Gupta and Jai were fellow travellers who travelled over 10,000 miles from Northern India to reach Panama, leaving behind their families and friends. They had endured damp steaming dense tropical jungles between Colombia and Panama. Linking Central and South America, the Darién Gap is one of the most dangerous jungles in the world, filled with deadly wildlife and guerrilla fighters. It is between 100 km and 160 km of lawless, hazardous wilderness. Gupta had a black belt in Karate, a useful skill, especially when they had fought with a small group of bandits as they crossed through the infamous gap. Jai, an officer in the Indian army, was a technology expert. They were now in the centre of Panama City enjoying coffee with some friendly Panamanian students. The good life beckoned. 

Then the ironic announcement….

   ‘Due to the medical emergency, the borders are now sealed, travel is strictly forbidden.’

(150 WORDS)

Panama City skyline

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw  writing challenge. Every week, Pegman takes us to a new place on Google maps, and we get to search around for whatever sights catch our fancy. 

This week Pegman takes us to the isthmus of Panama,

Information from the web

  The estimated number of migrants is thought to be 100,000 per year. Half of the migrants come from India, and many others come from Cuba, Nepal, Bangladesh, and Eritrea. In 2017, migrants crossing into Panama also included people from Iraq, Sierra Leone, Yemen, Angola, and around 30 other countries.

Panama  has taken some of the toughest measures in the region to stop the spread of the coronavirus. The country has banned all domestic and international travel. It has shut down airports and — after a March 22 deadline — prevented even Panamanian citizens from traveling to the country.