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

The cancer is very advanced,

I had responded to the patient’s call.

The cancer is incurable,

The patient is ready to die

The writing is certainly on the wall.


‘Doctor you tell me I’ll die.

I have a confession to make;

Will you hear my deathbed plea?’

I offered to call a reverend priest,

‘Please. No! I never believed.


Will you let me get this off my chest?

I would like to tell you in confidence

As a professional and a very good friend.

I have always done my level best

Something has always haunted me.


My wife is my Father’s daughter,

We fell madly in love and wed.

We carelessly loved our way through life 

The only people who know the truth

Sadly, now they are all dead.

We married under false pretences

With a nod and a wink and love.

We have always believed in each other

Some say our incestuos union

Is against the laws of God.


We have loved believing our pretends.

Please respect my confidence

In your special capacity.

We have known and trusted you for years

As a professional and a very good friend.


My wife will inform our children.

When my life in this world finally ends

I would like you to offer her support

And assure her of my love for her.

We lived happily immersed in our pretends.



© Written by John Yeo~ All rights reserved.


PROMPT ~ Describe ways in which your character does or doesn’t show piety.


by John Yeo

  An introduction is called for here. Allow me to introduce the obnoxious Dr. Ferdinand Dickus. A cold-hearted, uncaring scientist without piety of any description whatsoever. The Doctor was a firm believer in the Darwinian Theory of evolution, survival of the fittest. As far as the religious belief in any form of afterlife was concerned, there was no such thing. Dickus was an unbeliever. According to the logical scientific evidence, we were born on this earth with nothing and we would ultimately leave thIs earth with nothing. According to him the object of life on Earth is getting as much out of life on earth and to lIve as comfortably as possible in the process. Therefore he had no charitable inclinations at all.
In total contrast, his Mother, Lady Esmeralda Dickus was a devout Christian who worshipped In the local church and was extremely well regarded by the local community for her charity donations

 One foggy winter morning, he stepped out of his private helicopter onto the helipad located on the roof of his laboratory.

    ‘Good morning Sir!’ said his secretary, who immediately fell into step with him as they headed towards the entrance to the building. 

    ‘Hello Dorinda! What’s new? Is anything pressing?’

    ‘Well Sir, there’s an urgent message for you to contact your Mother as quickly as possible.’

    ‘Thanks Dorinda!’

Minutes  later Doctor Dickus got through to his home phone number which strangely, was answered by the familiar voice of the family doctor.

      ‘Bad news I’m afraid Sir. Your Mother has had a serious stroke and a massive heart attack, she’s extremely close to death. I’m afraid there’s little conventional medicine can do now. Your Mother’s living on borrowed time. Your daughter is present I’ll put her on the line.’

     ‘Thank you!’

    ‘Daddy, I’m scared, please come home. They say the only hope is prayer. We are all desperately on our knees begging for a miracle. Please hurry!’

A few hours later the helicopter landed on the lawn at the family home. Doctor Dickus raced to his Mother’s bedside to discover she had made a miraculous recovery.
Later everyone, including the Doctor, proclaimed her recovery was unexplainable. Most said it was certainly the work of God in answer to the prayers of the family.
  Afterwards in the fullness of time, Doctor Ferdinand Dickus became a devout believer.

©️ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved


For today’s prompt, pick an adjective, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. If you’re feeling stuck on this one, go back through your poems earlier this month and find adjectives you used–if any. Or crack open a dictionary. Or scan other poems for ideas


Image (c) Copyright John and Margaret


by John Yeo

We were gathered around the hospital bed.
He had been in a coma for a year.
There was no need for speech
Our faces and thoughts said it all.


The family were brought together
In the throes of silent grief.
Remembering a life that was all too short
Well lived, well loved, too brief.


The Doctor switched off the life support.
There was a ripple of silent shock
As the reality hit the family hard,
I offered up a silent prayer


Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”