DELIGHTS AND DELICIOUSNESS


SUNDAY 2nd 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..

DELIGHTS AND DELICIOUSNESS

by John Yeo

    ‘Hey what are we going to do today? We can’t go far as we are in the middle of the ocean all day long.’ said Dominic to Joy, his wife.

    ‘I don’t know Dom, I think I’m a little bit seasick, my stomach feels really queasy, turning over with the billowing waves,’  Joy replied.

  ‘That’s funny, so do I, It’s as if I’ve been on the fairground, Big Dipper ride. This is our first cruise so we are probably taking a while to get used to the swell of the waves at sea. We can get some seasick tablets free from reception.’  said Dominic.

  ‘Hey Dom, look! They’ve organised a special lunch today with a free cocktail, on the house.’

    ‘Doesn’t appeal to me, not with my crazy upset stomach.’ 

   ‘Oh! Can’t we just go and take a look. Please Dom.’

    ‘OK,’

They entered the crowded dining room where they were immediately handed a free green coloured cocktail drink with a cherry on the top. They both grimaced and abandoned them on the nearest vacant table.

    ‘Oh Dom, your face has gone as green as those two horrible concoctions.

  The couple then surveyed the tables around them, groaning with the weight of a wonderful array of delights and deliciousness. The first thing was the meticulous way the food was displayed. Multi breads from around the world, with cheeses in abundance with olives, grapes and pickles. A large salad bar with seafood and fish, including a whole smoked salmon and caviar displayed in abundance. Exotic fruits were carved into the most amazing shapes, around a huge ice-sculpture of a large eagle. The main courses were representative of foods imported from around the world. Then to finish there was the temptation of the dessert section, pavlova, ice cream, and much more.

Joy looked at Dom and burst into tears. ‘All these delights and deliciousness but we daren’t touch a morsel.

Dom frowned.

© Written by John Yeo

THE CUPBOARD OF ABUNDANCE

TUESDAY 7th 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.

THE CUPBOARD OF ABUNDANCE.

by John Yeo

The pantry was bare when Brian opened the outer door.

There were however, two large cold rooms and various small fridges dotted about the walls. Brian entered the first cold room, which looked as if it was for meat storage. There were some carcasses hanging from hooks suspended from the ceiling. The  other cold room contained a selection of fruit and vegetables still not enough, in Brian’s view. 

Brian thought to himself, ‘Things will have to change if I get the job as manager of this restaurant, at the moment it’s certainly not living up to its name.’

 The tables were nicely set for dinner which was a sign that the staff had been properly trained and were working well.

 Brian turned to the owner who was showing him around and laughed as he said, ‘How did this interesting restaurant get its unusual name?’

   Sir Peter, who owned a local chain of restaurants replied. 

‘Oh of course, ‘The Cupboard of Abundance,’  We always pride ourselves on our menu and the choice of off-menu meals we are geared up to provide during the high season.’

   Brian who was a high profile celebrity chef, responded with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders as he said. ‘Sorry, Sir Peter, I can’t take this position as your cupboards do not match the description of your restaurant.’

Sir Peter smiled and said, ‘Follow me. I’m sure I can change your mind.’

 Returning to the innocuous empty pantry, Sir Peter entered with Brian and turned a switch to reveal a hidden entrance to a huge underground cavern packed full of a superabundance of wine and foodstuffs. 

An enticing place that was heaven to the eyes of speciality chef, Brian.

 Both men raised a glass of rare wine to seal the deal and Brian eventually became a renowned chef and a partner in the ‘Cupboard of Abundance’.

© Written by John Yeo 

JUNE 16th 2014~Writing 101~Day Eleven: Size Matters

Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home?  Who lived there with you?

Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve.

BOARDING SCHOOL AND STODGE

By John Yeo

 Twelve years of age! To me that is a very long time ago. Yet, I can vividly remember the boarding school, my brother and I attended. I was eighteen months older than brother, Pip.

We were very close, both in age and in our mutual interests.

The school was situated in a small coastal town in England, Clacton-on-sea. The accommodation was divided into houses. We were both assigned to Essex house, under the guidance of a house-master, Mr Goodman, who looked after us, with the help of his kindly lady wife.

A sports field was attached to the school, where we took part in a wide range of sports. Football and cricket predominated with athletics also a  very popular choice. I was scorer for the school cricket team and a batsman, when I was selected. I also enjoyed running. My brother Pip also enjoyed taking part in a variety of sports.

I can almost touch the wooden desks in  the classroom. A blackboard, with chalk and a dusty cloth that the teacher used to clean off the illustrations from the previous lesson. I remember the homework I would work on in the evening, before joining the rest of the boys on the playing field.

Twelve years of age, I was just beginning to notice girls. There was a girls section of the school that was situated across a busy main road. Segregated and separated. Except for the occasional glimpse and a wave, the unattainable girls became very desirable as time passed.

Although our school was near the seaside, I don’t ever remember walking down to the beach which was on the other side of town. We were taken out regularly in school parties to various places, supervised quite closely, then returned to the school in our groups.

I have vivid memories of the food we consumed and the least said the better. Suffice to say I rarely eat rice pudding, porridge, bread pudding or stodgy foods.

A short sentence. A medium sentence composed of a few more words. A lifetime sentence of likes and dislikes brought on by consuming mass catered food at boarding school that was a surprisingly interesting time in my life.

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