THE POSTMAN ALWAYS COMES EARLY

paper man

Stormy Paper man ~ (Image courtesy of Pixabay.com royalty-free images)

A prompt response for ~ Inspiration Monday: Paper Storm:

http://bekindrewrite.com

THE POSTMAN ALWAYS COMES EARLY

by John Yeo

  Mr. Blake, a mild-mannered clerk had worked for Power Bros. for 25 years, a dedicated regular employee, who had been extraordinarily loyal to the firm for a quarter of a century.

It was Monday morning in the Blake household, everything was in a turmoil after the weekend of peaceful pursuits that were important for keeping the balance of their minds in sync, with each other and the world around them.

Mrs. Blake got up and prepared the usual breakfast, as was customary, she took the tray into the dining room, together with the morning paper and the post. They always said how lucky they were having an early, reliable postal service.

   “Here you are, George! How did you sleep, darling? I found it so hot last night, I never got a wink, just tossing and turning.”

George grunted a response and examined the envelope that was on the tray.

   “Hmm! Looks like a letter from Head Office. That can wait until after breakfast, it’s probably just a circular; something that is going around all the branches. Those eggs and toast look wonderful, thanks, Beryl.”

 Beryl sat opposite and began to eat. “I must send some flowers to next door, Nicky comes out of hospital today with the new baby, just a little something to welcome her home.”

  “Of course darling, good idea! Jim and I were on the golf course together on Saturday. That is one proud Father! They are a lovely couple, we’re lucky to have good neighbours like that.”  responded George.

Beryl then bustled off to the kitchen with the dirty plates.

George idly picked up a letter opener that Beryl had thoughtfully placed on the tray and slit the letter open along the top.

As the realisation of the contents slowly seeped into George’s consciousness, he first went white with shock and horror, then his pallor changed to an angry red.

Dear Sir,

I regret to inform you that due to falling sales, your services are no longer required by, Power bros. May we take this opportunity to

thank you for your loyalty in the past and wish you every success in the future.

Yours sincerely,

G. Power

 

   “What’s up, darling? You look upset,” said Beryl who had just that minute re-entered the room.  

“It’s nothing Beryl, darling,” said George quickly stuffing the letter into his inside  pocket. “Where are my keys? I need something from the shed.”

 George ran every red light on the journey to work as he just got angrier and angrier with this cold-hearted treatment. To be summarily dismissed after 25 years without a reasonable explanation was inexcusable in his view.

 George stormed into the office waving the letter and in defiance of protocol, he entered the office of the managing director.

“I refuse to take this summarily paper dismissal lying down Mr. Power. George had an old  pistol in his pocket that he was about to pull out.

 Graham Power had known George for years and was both shocked and puzzled at this display of out of character behaviour.

  

 “What dismissal George? Give me that letter please,”

  George angrily thrust the paper over the desk and furiously waited for a response. He guiltily felt the gun bulging into his chest as Graham Power smiled and said,

  “Sorry old chap there has been a mistake, this letter was not meant for you. I will look into the matter. Meanwhile, go to your desk, it’s  a horrible mix-up. A paper storm in a teacup.”

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

img_9739-1

http://bekindrewrite.com

 

Five Sentence Fiction ~ OPEN

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

This week’s word: OPEN

http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-open/

image

Image supplied and credited by Five Sentence Fiction

INTROVERT

by John Yeo

The sand, perfectly smooth and clear, without a footprint, yet millions of people have walked here before.
The paper knife slit the envelope along the top, the letter was finally open.
I read the contents and pass the letter to you, we both smile.
“I tell you it is a way of being, a way of reflecting you, look in the water!”
“I respect what you say, but I would rather the solitude of the waves washing everything away.”

image

IMG_5658

Copyright Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

JUNE 19th, 2014 Writing 101, Day Fourteen: To Whom It May Concern~

Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as the springboard for your imagination.

Today’s twist: Write the post in the form of a letter.

I picked up a copy of Cervantes~Don Quixote~I turned to page 29. Margaret held the book up and I closed my eyes~The word MIRACLE appeared under my finger.

LETTER TO MIRACLE

By John Yeo

Dear Unexpected Miracle,

I address you as an unexpected event as I am writing to you in response to an unusual request. I do believe in your existence in a very obtuse way. I think when something desirable, unexpected and life-changing happens, forces come into play and you arrive unannounced and usually in a very indefinable way.

 It is a pity your arrival and existence is usually totally unprovable or there is always another logical explanation for the event that is attributable to you. For example would the sick person have got better anyway or would the life-saving event be merely chance in action. I believe that if you really want to be taken seriously by the always sceptical Scientific community, you will have to reveal yourself in such a way, there can be no other explanation than your presence and efforts.

 May I suggest, my elusive friend, that you reveal yourself through a major irrefutable event. Perhaps suddenly putting a stop to war overnight and bringing peace between all nations. Making all sickness and suffering a thing of the past. I mean all sickness all over the world, not just the occasional questionable one-off cure. Cancel out any form of suffering at a stroke. No more innocent children dying of hunger and thirst. Food aplenty for all the peoples of the world.

Now with miracles such as this, I am sure you will be attributed the credence you deserve. Sadly though you would soon be commonplace and taken for granted.

Yours Sincerely

John~

 

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

Image

 

JUN 6, 2014 Writing 101, Day Five: Be Brief

You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.

RETURN TO SANTA

The wind blew a letter that landed on the path.

It was from my six year old  child.

Dear Santa,

PLEASE KEEP MUMMY AND DADDY HAPPY

I cried bitter salty tears.

Letter to Santa

writing-101-june-2014-class-badge-2