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..
MIND IN THE MAKING
by John Yeo
There was silence in the outer hemispheres of the galaxy for millennia. The elder trolls were unique in the areas of communication throughout the exo-galactic panoply of extraordinary people. Their way of communicating by nonverbal means had been raised to new heights.
On an extraordinary blue planet life was formed and developed. Asteroids had collided and re-collided. Comets visited; bringing chemicals to permeate a life-giving mix of chemicals giving rise to unique life-forms. Exoplasm mingled and re-mingled again in the hands of the entity that was controlling the flow of matter.
The life forms mixed and remixed, soon a survivor in the likeness of the controller emerged. “Hey!” Thought the controller; “I am almost there!”
Then to his delight he heard the word. “Hey!” Repeated back to him.
Shocked, he silently strained his ultrasonic hearing to the limits.
Then the silence was broken by the familiar sound of his Mother’s voice resonating around the galaxy.
“God; put your toys away! It’s late!”
“Oh Mother! Please; Can’t I just have another couple of aeons?”
As usual the image is supplied and acknowledged by Ermilia
Reshaping and reconstruction
By John Yeo
The layers of the mind reflect in the images that the facial front presents to the world. Very deeply in the innermost layer, lie the feelings that we are reluctant to share with the world. Sarah had a plasticity that was uncontrollable. Happy news would bring floods of tears to her eyes and she found a pleasant experience, very sad. When she was angry a huge smile would light up her face and she would have great difficulty in expressing her anger. One day a huge dog attacked her in the park and she started to laugh uncontrollably. The blood spurting from a wound in her leg, brought gales of laughter as she was transported to hospital by ambulance. After treatment in the Accident and Emergency department, Sarah was examined by a phsychiatrist, who arranged some appointments to treat her very deeply embedded, contrary expression of her innermost feelings. Over the next several months the phsychiatrist uncovered each individual facet of her personality and re-adjusted the facial front to some semblance of normality. This process took many months as Sarah’s personality and reactions to outside events, were reconstructed through therapy. By re-building and re-integrating each individual face that made up her personality, Sarah’s life became peaceful and full of hearts and flowers.
I know a private secret place, That is almost impenetrable to all, I can alter the vistas and rearrange, The outlook and furnish my private space, With dreams and schemes and imagination, I am careful of the contents, How much I reveal I carry my secret place wherever I find Some stimulation for my fertile mind.
(2) ~ The Entrance.
A waterfall guards the entrance Of a tunnel to a valley beyond. As you arrive at the end, two Peacocks Gaze and welcome you to their home. Streams and brooks with Swans gliding, A Centaur waits to carry you on his back To share the pleasure of a magical mind As you explore this special secret place.
A closely guarded secret place, far too complex to reveal in the “first 50 words”.