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

DOUBLE IMPACT

SATURDAY 22nd AUGUST 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION

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DOUBLE IMPACT

by John Yeo

Mary was of a nervous disposition, she was due to go for surgery to remove an unwanted growth on her neck. Fortunately for her the growth disappeared. She was elated until a further diagnosis was revealed.

‘Sorry you have an advanced form of cancer.’

Mary, shocked at the impact of this word, just sobbed her heart out.

Then a brand new treatment had an even bigger impact?

(67 WORDS)

WHAT SHE DOESN’T KNOW WON’T HURT HER

SATURDAY 18th 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..

WHAT SHE DOESN’T KNOW WON’T HURT HER 

by John Yeo

   ‘Doctor, may I know what the odds of survival are for this condition? I realise it’s a new disease and you are probably going  to say you don’t know! I’m extremely concerned about my Mother, who is of an unfortunate nervous disposition. I don’t want anything to upset her. I would appreciate it if she’s not informed that she’s ill at all. My Mother worries if she suffers from illness, I’m certain if she ever finds out she’s contracted Covid19, she will die of shock. This will almost certainly push her over the edge. Three people have already died in the care home where she’s staying. I realise it’s almost a terminal diagnosis but there is a chance she may survive if she’s not informed of your diagnosis.  Please don’t tell her! Yes! I realise I don’t have any right to ask you to withhold your diagnosis, but I beg you to make an exception on this occasion to save her life. Surely, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.’

  The Doctor drew a breath, pulled a sheet of paper from the file on the desk and studied it for a while.

He looked up and smiled, then he grinned broadly and almost laughed out loud.

     ‘I’m sorry Doctor but I don’t think this is a laughing matter. In fact I find your attitude to be decidedly obnoxious. What do you mean by it?’

    ‘Well, I will have to inform your mother of the results of the tests and all will become clear. Nurse, can you show Mrs Smithers in please?’

     ‘Ah! I have extremely good news for you Mrs Smithers. Your test shows you don’t have the Coronavirus, you simply have a heavy cold with slight congestion.’

© Written by John Yeo

NOISE MIRAGE

A prompt response for ~ Inspiration Monday: NOISE MIRAGE

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NOISE MIRAGE

by John Yeo

    “Mr, Eagleton, I am afraid your hearing is well below par and deteriorating rapidly. My advice to you is to take advantage of one of our superior hearing aids, and enjoy what little hearing you have left.”
  The Consultant looked grave as he uttered these words solemnly. “I understand you are a professional musician and your hearing is extremely important to you. Sadly I have to inform you of the fact that you will be profoundly deaf within months.”

  Charles sat stunned in the surgery, unable to move, replaying the words over and over again in his mind. Like the sounds of a funeral dirge, marking the end of his career and his livelihood.

     “Is there no hope of any form of treatment that will counteract the diagnosis? Anything at all, I would even consider a double ear transplant. Please, Doctor; I will pay anything for the chance of a cure.”

     “I’m sorry Mr. Eagleton, there is nothing to be done. My advice is to enjoy every sound you hear as if it is the last sound you will ever hear. Sadly anything you seem to hear in future will be chords and musical passages from your lifetime of musical memories. Something of a noise mirage. Memories of music replaying in your consciousness forever.”

  Charles Eagleton allowed this news to penetrate to the centre of his very being.

     “May I use your toilet please Doctor?”

   “Of course Mr. Eagleton, you know which door by now.” replied the Audiologist, smiling.

    Charles Eagleton locked the door of the large well-fitted disabled toilet and morosely sat on the seat cover. ‘There’s no point in going on; I can’t forever rely on music by mirage! I had a feeling this would happen, good job I thought things through. Vincent Van Gogh was right. What good are ears if you can’t hear anything, I might as well cut the useless appendages off. Maybe I will be able to get some hearing on the other side.’

  He pulled a large sharp kitchen knife from his attaché case and stood before the bathroom mirror poised to cut his ears off and perhaps he thought, ‘I may die of the pain and loss of blood.

   Suddenly the beautiful melodic sound of Beethoven’s seventh symphony resounded through his consciousness, filling his mind with the power of the music.
‘Of course, Beethoven was profoundly deaf at the end, yet he still produced such beautiful music. Perhaps there is something in the theory of a noise mirage, taking the form of beautiful music.’

 He quickly replaced the knife in his briefcase and walked into the consulting room.
   “Thanks Doctor for being so frank; I can see I will have to make some life-altering plans now.”

   “Of course Mr. Eagleton; we will be here to help in every possible way. Make another appointment with my secretary, and we will work together. Goodbye!”

“Thanks, Doctor, I will. Goodbye,”

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserveddu

THE PASSIVE STABILITY OF THE PERFECT LOCK

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This is a piece of Flash Fiction based on and inspired by the above photograph

 

THE PASSIVE STABILITY OF THE PERFECT LOCK

by John Yeo

     An amorphous fog was the general state of mind, as far as the future was concerned for Jack, as his life suddenly underwent an incredible change.

   The consulting-room in Harley Street, London, was a plush well furnished suite of rooms.

      “Good morning Sir! How can I help you?” enquired a tall smartly dressed, pretty young woman, in a soft cultured, reassuring voice.

  ‘Wow! Thought Jack, she is obviously a well educated secretary, probably a daughter of wealthy Caribbean parents.

    “Wwwell!” he stammered awkwardly,     “I have an appointment to see Dr Green, my name is Mathews, Jack Mathews.”

   “Just a moment Sir. Ah yes! I will let him know you are here. Please take a seat in the waiting room.”

 Jack sat down in the luxurious surroundings and took in the incredible array of reading material that was strategically placed on various antique coffee tables. ‘I don’t feel like reading’ he thought. His eyes roamed over the walls, he was soon overwhelmed by the gallery of beautiful paintings displayed.

   One particular picture caught his eye. The artist had painted a figure of a man running in abject terror, with his hands covering his face. ‘Obviously based on the famous picture by Edvard Munch,’ he thought. ‘What is that doing here?”

    Then incredibly the image changed to a picture of his life before the bonds of his perfect marriage changed everything. He had been running away from life, until Meg became a part of him. Love had been overwhelming and beautiful, a strong relationship developed, marriage had followed a year later. Bonded, never apart, each day sweeter than the last,

  Many deliriously happy years later the suspicions began to set in. Many differing tests followed; each one pointing more directly to the terminal diagnosis.

      ‘I must do something to tempt the Lord of chance to smile on me. The diagnosis will not come as a terrible shock’ he thought as he went over the last few years in his mind.

     “Doctor Green will see you now, Mr Mathews.”  the secretary smiled as she said these words.

  Jack entered the Doctor’s office nervously with a large lump in his throat, his heart was racing.

   Then he became aware that the doctor was actually smiling. Jack was taken aback as the Doctor went on to say. “I am pleased to say you are totally clear of the symptoms of the cancer you have displayed and you should be clear of fears for the future. Your marriage is the key to a long and a happy life. Congratulations!”

  “There is no cure for this! However can you tell if the perfect lock is secure if you have no keys?” asked Jack

    “Love is the cure! The answer will be the happiness in the face that looks back at you from any mirror in the world,”  was the reply.

     “My secretary will see you on your way out to settle up once and for all. You will require no further appointments.”

 

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