BEYOND BLISS

MONDAY 22nd 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 ~BEYOND BLISS

BEYOND BLISS

by John Yeo

(A continuation of the misshapen reality of Bob and Lil)

   After a long examination of both Bob and Lil with many questions, the Doctor had this to say to Bill.

     ‘I’m sorry to say, I suspect your parents are both in the early stages of dementia. They are both living under the influence of a misshapen reality, it’s unusual for a married couple to both suffer together. The misshapen reality usually applies to one or the other. Interestingly they are both living in the same timeframe located many years ago when these friends they invited to the party were still alive.’

  Bill and his wife Pattie were shocked at this development, although they were not entirely surprised, as they had both begun to notice some odd behaviour by the couple lately.

    Bill’s first response was to ask Dr Blake, ‘What happens next?’

   ‘Well; there will have to be more tests before the final diagnosis and we will have to await a report from a consultant. Meanwhile the family will have to ensure they are both continuing to manage to look after each other.’

  The family, of course, was ready to rally round and everyone sat down and began to discuss the arrangements of looking after Bob and Lil.

   ‘That’s not a very nice eightieth birthday present for Bob!’ exclaimed Lil.

  ‘No, and we don’t want any family being nosey and interfering in our lives.’ responded Bob.

   There was a sudden unexpected knocking at the front door. Bob opened the door to a short, dark-haired gentleman, in a grey suit, carrying a black briefcase, beaming, with a wide smile.

   ‘Hallo; Mr. Robert Simkins? I’m Agent Million!  I’m delighted to inform you that your premium bond number has been drawn and you are the lucky winner of one million pounds.’

   ‘That’s great news!’ said Lil, ‘Which one is it? We both have an old £1 bond each. I’ll go and find them, we keep them in the kitchen drawer, they’ve been there for 20 years.’

   Agent Million was stunned to hear this, ‘You mean you have won a million pounds from an investment of £1 on a twenty-year old  bond you keep in the kitchen drawer?’

  ‘Yes that’s right! Now, that’s the sort of birthday present Bob deserves.’

  Several months later, after this incredible windfall was safely invested, the dreaded diagnosis arrived and Bob and Lil went off to stay in a luxury care establishment, where they lived happily beyond bliss together for over 10 years, absolutely in tune with each other.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

MISSHAPEN REALITIES

SUNDAY 21st 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 ~MISSHAPEN REALITIES

MISSHAPEN REALITIES

by John Yeo

  Bob Simpkins planned to celebrate his eightieth birthday in style. He’d always been a popular man in the village with a quick sense of humour and impish blue eyes with crinkly laughter lines, people were drawn to him. Bob’s wife Lil was excitedly calling up their local friends and neighbours, spreading the word. 

  Lil and Bob had been married for forty years. Lil was Bob’s pride and joy, they were so close, people who knew them thought they were possessed of one mind, sharing each other’s every thought and feeling. Lil was a splendid-looking, matronly lady with blonde curls and a charming smile that lit up her face. Her youthful looks wildly belied her 79 years of age.

   Bob would brag to all and sundry. ‘She was a stunner when I met her and she hasn’t changed a bit.’

   Lil would blush instantly if she happened to be present.
Their three children had arranged to set the celebrations up, and left the invitations to Bob and Lil.

  Bob and Lil were soon excitedly discussing who to invite from their numerous friends and acquaintances and filling in the invitation cards together.

 Finally when the big day arrived the family were surprised to see so few people present apart from the family.

‘Bob! Did you remember to post the invites?’

‘Of course Lil! I’m not daft!’

At that moment the postman arrived with a bundle of returned mail. mostly marked deceased or gone away. 

Dr Blake, the local GP, happened to have attended the party and pricked his ears up when he realized what had happened. 

He asked Bob and Lil and their son to attend the surgery.

After a long examination of both Bob and Lil with many questions, the Doctor had this to say to Bill.

     ‘I’m sorry to say, I suspect your parents are both in the early stages of dementia. They are both living under the influence of a misshapen reality, it’s unusual for a married couple to both suffer together. The misshapen reality usually applies to one or the other. Interestingly they are both living in the same timeframe located many years ago when these friends they invited to the party were still alive.’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

THE CRUMBLING BRAIN

 

This is the latest ~”Picture it and Write” prompt from Ermilia’s blog

http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2014/07/20/__picture-it-write-86/

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The image is provided by Ermilia

THE CRUMBLING BRAIN

We have found a cure for the tragedy of dementia. The slow degeneration of the brain, crumbling , as memory leaks out. I lost all track of everything. My mind was a complete blank.

Every particle of the theory has been absorbed and reflected on, then taken to pieces and rebuilt. I lived, ate and processed the information. Every nuance and physical movement of the changes in the cerebral material has been observed and recorded by my brain cells.

I had lost all track of everything, I will now be rebuilt, my whole personality has been reconstructed piece by piece. I am now the foundation of an idea. The brain reconstruction is complete. The Alzheimer’s disease I had suffered from has now been arrested.

Written by John Yeo © All rights reserved.

JUNE 24, 2014 Writing 101, Day Seventeen: Your Personality on the Page

We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears.

Today’s twist: Write this post in a distinct style from your own.

SCARED TO DEATH

Written by John Yeo

Here goes my style No. 1~

What am I afraid of ?  When I was younger, nothing!

Now I’m scared to lose, my wife and soulmate.

I do not want to be dependant on anyone else if dementia strikes.

That would be a fate worse than death for me.

It will never be my style, to write in a helpless way.

To lead my life in a situation when I only remember today.

Without my friend beside me to guide me through.

I am now retired and living very happily with my wife Margaret. We lead quite active lives in our retirement, I have plenty of work in the garden. Margaret loves cooking and spends some time creating dishes from the produce I bring home from the allotment in the Summer and Autumn months. We belong to a bowls club and also bowl indoors during the Winter months.

Easily my biggest fear is that Margaret will go to heaven before I leave this world and I am left alone. Then it will be very scary if I develop Alzheimers disease or dementia, and I become dependant on complete strangers for my needs.

This post requires me to write in a style that is not my normal style.

Style No. 2~My style

CARE POEM

By John Yeo

This unbearable feeling is hard to share.

After many years suffusing into each other

An unbreachable gap has come to appear,

Shattering feelings built over many a year.

We shared many times with mutual respect

Happiness with laughter, always together

Never stopping to consider this awful end

The Death of a lover and a very dear friend

At the last, Death rips and shreds the past

Smashing our life to a million shards

The painful cutting and tearing apart,

Bloodless breaking of a once proud heart

Memories abound in solitary sadness

Flooding my mind with thoughts and despair

You were once here with me,

always there,

This harsh world continues without a care.

Copyright © By John Yeo  All rights reserved

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