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..


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by John Yeo

  Captain Peter Rochester was a tall man with medium length hair that looked as if it retained its youthful looks with the aid of a proprietary hair dye. Retirement had come as an unwelcome shock since he’d retired from the Air Force. Still a relatively young man he received a good pension. Rosa, his wife was a retired fashion model. Still as glamorous as ever, in a mature way, Rosa still worked infrequently on a self employed basis. They were comfortably off and the future looked secure.
  Then the advert below appeared in his trade paper and his fertile brain came up with some ideas to alleviate the interminable boredom he was currently experiencing.

Twin Engine Turbine for Sale

‘Select from the twin engine turbine aircraft for sale manufacturers below to view aircraft designations by model. These twin engine turbine aircraft for sale are available immediately.’

  ‘Rosa, this looks interesting, we can set up in business as couriers and make some money if we look into this.’ 

 Rosa smiled and nodded,  ‘OK Pete!’ she replied, ‘I suspect you’ll need me to do the paperwork.’

  Several days later, after the financial matters had been settled, Captain Peter arranged to rent a hangar to house the aircraft at a tiny local airfield.

  Captain Peter was in his element as he flew above the countryside enjoying the view of the fields and villages spread out below. Suddenly with an almighty bang, an object collided with his left hand engine and a fire broke out. 

  He radioed the local Air Traffic Control, and gave them his position. ‘I’ve been hit by what looks like a rogue drone! I’m going to crash-land in the fields below. My left engine is hit and I’m flying using my twin right engine.’

  Suddenly his engine failed altogether and the aircraft crash landed.

There was a deathly silence over the burning aircraft as Captain Peter Rochester breathed his last breath.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


MY FINAL RESPONSE to Monday’s Finish the Story 10/01/2016, which was a challenge that provided a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicated that the story you came up with must be between 100-150 words, not including the given opening sentence.

This is a sad memorial post to the late founder of Monday’s “Finish the Story” ~ Barbara “Babs” Beacham, who is sadly missed by many writers.

The link below takes you to Part Forty-Eight


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Finish the story begins with:   “Life in The Foothills has Passed Away”

  Marg and Sam went their separate ways. Sam with Delphine travelled to the  Brigadier’s office to wait for final instructions for the assault on the factory. Marg returned to meet Hillary to discover that her very great friend and mentor Barb, had suddenly passed away. Marg was devastated at this terrible blow, Barb had been an ongoing inspiration and guide throughout her adventures. Marg resolved to leave the organisation and disappear for a while, and was soon on the way to finalise a deal to buy a luxury yacht from a dealer based in Poole, Dorset in the UK. Marg contacted the Brigadier and informed him of her decision, he intimated that he had heard her sad news, and was expecting this, he handed her an envelope containing a very large cheque. Hillary would continue to run the detective agency, and would be in close contact with her friend and business partner. Marg planned to be transported to follow the sun, aboard her luxury yacht, sailing the seas to some very exotic islands around the world, using the considerable fortune she had accumulated during her adventures. The only ties to her late adventures, would be Angelo with Maria, his lady friend, and Bella with her husband Luigi, who would all become trusted members of her crew The brand new yacht would be officially launched and named the ‘MV Mysterious Island.’

(230 WORDS)

(To be Continued ???)

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.






I’m not going to sugar coat it; today’s prompt is a little different. But hey, different can sometimes be good, right? (Crickets.)

For today’s prompt, pick 2 vowels and write a poem using words that only contain one or both of those vowels. For instance, write a poem with words that only have a “u” and “o.” Also, the letter “y” is wild–so the words “my” and “gypsy” are freebies. And I’ll allow text-speak (or maybe I should say “txt spk”).


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by John Yeo 

The Doctor of literature, lover of words,

Author of poetry, stories or verse.

Made fortunes from interpreting OE.

Old English, the form of words

Widely used from the middle ages.

Demystifying the original meanings.

He thrived.


Studious over the ongoing years,

Consulting the dictionary, or thesaurus

Obscure text, searching for etymology.

The good Doctor could never relate

To the texting tongue of today.

The shortened, stunted form of words

The destruction of the English language.


The Doctor retired to tend to the garden,

Lovingly sowing the seeds of wisdom.

When the weeds of corruption arrived,

Choking the pureness of language,

Conveniently forgetting the obscurity

Of the original OE words.

He smiled.


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

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”