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

Two people are playing chess. One person can read minds, the other person can see the future.

  ‘I know the result is surprising, the funeral is a surprising affair. A double funeral! I like the floral arrangements of chess pieces. When I advance this piece she will be surprised.’

  ‘What is he thinking about? Double funeral! I can read him like a book, he wants me to take the offered pawn, well I’m not going to! I’ll move this Bishop over here and take him by surprise.’

  ‘Ha! I could see that coming and I saw her next move. I wonder what she would make of the fact that her husband didn’t bother to attend her funeral. My wife attended and the rest of the family. I wish they hadn’t shed so many tears over my death. The way she brought that Bishop into play was a cheeky move. We will soon need a Bishop to conduct our double funeral.’

  ‘What’s that nonsense? Is he crazy? We are playing an important match here and all he can think about is death. Utter bloody nonsense. At the back of his mind there is a foggy area where the future should be. Perhaps he is right to be thinking about death. He’s certainly not considering a result in his mind. That line of thought and checkmate move wasn’t a bad idea, I think I’ll have to block him here, I’ll play my Rook allowing me to mate him in three.’

 ‘How did she figure that move out? Anyone would think she was a mind reader the way she can outplay my most obscure lines. Any minute now it will be curtains for both of us. Lady, if you can read my mind; start praying now. I will bring this pawn into play to bring the endgame closer.’

‘What the heck? I think he’s onto me. Here goes my unplanned assault…..…….. Bloody brilliant!’


A shout came from the audience as a man dressed in battle fatigues rose and sprayed both players with an automatic machine gun; killing them both instantly.

 © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


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

  A mysterious man entered the marketplace in the town of Northchester carrying an ornate, richly decorated chest.

       ‘Gather round folks I would like to reveal an instrument that could transport your innermost soul to places you could never dream of. I bring an instrument that is capable of changing your life forever.’

 Then with a flourish, he pulled off the lid to reveal the contents of the box:

 An ordinary antique black plastic telephone. A scratched, battered, extremely well used, old fashioned telephone.

 The telephone suddenly rang! 

    The mystery man said.  ‘This proves this is not just any old telephone, this is a special telephone.

A line to the timeline of history revealing the twists and turns of the life of the planet since time began.

To travel through the timeline one just needs to dial the year one wants to visit. No kidding! Past, Present or hopefully the Future.’

  The worrying thing was when you dialed the future there was no response. 

‘Why was this?’  You questioned the powers in authority.

 Mr. Optimist replied. ‘There is no reply as the future hasn’t happened yet.’

    Mr. Pessimist said. ‘There is no reply because there is no future. A bomb has wiped out the entire planet. There is no future!’

   There was a third person present. An old man who shrugged and said. ‘Hang up the phone; it is written.’

 The wise old sage in the company then addressed the mysterious stranger.

     ‘Sir! Excuse me please. I don’t think there could ever be such a thing as physical time-travel. The end result would never be the same. People would surely travel backward and forwards in time to undo or change an unfortunate action or to rectify a mistake. Surely one person’s mistake is another person’s gain.

Some of us may not actually exist. How many times have people admitted their child sadly was the product of an unfortunate mistake?

 The past surely should be left in the past. The future is surely best left in the empty mists of time.’

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved