This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Daily Post on WordPress’  


Tell us about a sensation – a taster, a smell, a piece of music, that takes you back to childhood.

The boyhood of Raleigh by John Everett Millais 1870


by John Yeo

   The sensation that is the strongest transporter back to my childhood will always be a strong smell of ronuk fXxurniture and floor polish. Our school reception area was full of highly polished panelled wood, with a polished wooden floor. These wooden areas were kept highly polished by the school cleaners, using ronuk, floor and furniture polish. The powerful smell of this wax polish will live with me forever. 

  However, there was another sense at work in this area that will always stay with me and that is the sense of curiosity and wonder every time I gazed at a painting that was prominently displayed in the main entrance area. Every time I passed this work of art, I would spend ages just standing, soaking up this image, surrounded by a strong smell of ronuk floor and furniture polish.

   In the foreground of the painting was a bearded man

 wearing a distinctive hat, seated in front of a beached fishing boat.

 The fisherman was in conversation with two young boys 

pointing to a distant horizon with one hand, while holding a fishing net with the other hand. 


 by John Yeo

 A distant horizon, where the clouds meet the sea 

 An unbroken line as far as the eye could see

Representing mystery and imagination to the schoolboy mind.

  A gateway to the unknown an escape route from reality,

The sailor, telling tales of wonder across the waves.


  Waves as high as mountains and fish as big as a man.

Huge sea monsters  with many humps spouting spume

Swordfish, mermaids, sharks and pearls in shells

  I would stand and be transported to distant lands  

Journey to  places I was encountering in classes.


 Ivory and the slave trade, copra, with spices

Sandy islands with Palm trees and Robinson Crusoe, 

Cannibals and treasure with footprints in the sand.

Pirates and corsairs with cutlass and gunpowder.

Gold-filled galleons sailing the storm-tossed seas.


Hornpipe, sea shanties, shipwreck and disease.

Colourful birds flying high above the waves

Leading the traders to many distant lands,

Jungles, filled with lions, bears and monkeys, 

Elephants and tigers, and strange perfumed flowers.


Faraway lands filled with milk and honey

With many peoples of the world in traditional dress.

Contrasting strange lives of splendour, and sad distress.

Deserts with oasis and camel train routes from the east.

The mystical oriental thousand and one tales of wonder.


 Magic lamps with genies granting wishes galore.

The science of Arabia, the wisdom of China and more.

The perilous journey home across the seas braving storms

Carrying the cargo from ports and people round the world.

Unload a hold full of fish mend the nets whilst ashore.


A dream-filled reverie cut short with a caustic shout to implore.

‘You there! Stop daydreaming boy, and cut along to classes’.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 16/02/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words.

The link below takes you to Part Ten

Image supplied and credited by Monday’s Finish the Story


by John Yeo

Little did they know when the photographer took their picture they would find themselves trapped in a painting. 

They say life is an ongoing ever-changing picture, when Diamond Jack arrived to say goodbye on his very powerful motorcycle, he presented Marg with a painting as a present. Jack is an artist, he had many sketches and photographs of Marg and the team with the wolves, to turn into paintings. Marg said goodbye before catching her plane to London.
The Brigadier was upset, Dr Dickus was still on the loose, last reported on the way to Dubai, with Angelo on his trail.
The Brigadier was very interested in the painting that Diamond Jack had passed on to Marg, he never revealed how he knew about it, there were two well known international scientists among the musicians. When the painting was examined, there appeared to be writing beneath, that turned out to be a very valuable formula. Marg was rewarded with a huge bonus.
Several months later death struck swiftly……….

(150 words)
To be continued…………..

The link below takes you to Part Ten


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