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 ~ A smattering of smoke


by John Yeo

We will let the fires of life burn out and in the dying embers we will sit and dream.

We will remember the fire that burned through our minds and bodies when we fell in love.

Then the fire of ambition when we first started college, the knowledge that added fuel to ignite our dreams.

The fires of protest, when we held firm beliefs and we were prepared to die for our feelings.

The fires that burned fiercely in our minds as we aged and ignited the fires of freedom in the minds of our children.

Proudly we have shared the fire and watched our children ignite the flames in the next generation.

Dreamily as the fire of our lives glows dimly,  and the embers burn out, we ponder on our final destination, burial or cremation?  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust?

Suddenly, shouts of joy as our Grandchildren run towards the smattering of smoke from the dwindling bonfire. ‘Grandpa and Grandma; wake up and come inside before you get cold when the fire burns out!’

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 MONDAY 3rd 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..


by John Yeo

  ‘Hey Grandad and Grandma! Why have you got a wishing well on your allotment?’ 

   The grandchildren were on holiday and there were five children to be entertained. Four boys and a lively baby girl were exploring and helping out on the allotment. The sun was shining, the children were constantly under supervision and Grandma had her hands full. Grandad pushed his battered trilby hat to the back of his head and smiled.

    ‘Well, sit down for a minute and I’ll explain about a precious part of gardening, while Grandma sorts out the picnic. Water is special to help the garden plants grow, but our well is really special. This well is extremely deep, the bucket is attached to a long rope. We have a magical friend at the bottom of the well, Wally Wishbone lives there and every time we lower the bucket he fills it to the brim with crystal clear, life giving water. We then quench the thirst of our vegetables and they grow extra strong, large and tasty.’

   ‘Hey Grandad, does Wally Wishbone make wishes come true?’ asked Finley.

    ‘Of course, but you have to throw a coin in.’

 Bradley, who had been listening closely, frowned and said, ‘We haven’t got any coins Grandad. How can we make a wish.’

     ‘It just so happens, I’ve got five coins in my pocket, you three bigger boys will have to throw Maya’s and Archer’s coins in as they are both too small.’

     OK! Grandad chorused the three eldest boys.

Ronny at ten years old, was the eldest, a thoughtful sort of a lad said,

    ‘Grandad what happens if we throw the money in and our wishes don’t come true? How do we know Wally Wishbone won’t just keep the money?’

Grandad straightened his trilby, grinned and replied, ‘We don’t know anything for sure Ronny, except we have some excellent sandwiches prepared by Grandma from our fresh home grown vegetables. Wally Wishbone fills buckets full of crystal clear water making our wishes come true every day.’

Grandma Margaret working  exceptionally hard.

© Written by John Yeo