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

Snow builds in mountainous waves

Lockdown travel, harsh restrictions

Meandering, drifting thought-waves 

During dreary snow-encrusted days,

Lost in deep imagination’s sunshine 

Miles away across the ocean.


Thoughts of Mount Etna’s last eruption

Sunshine with swirls of ash descending

Colourful, dramatic, awe-inspiring,

Lava; scorching everything in its path,

Thickening ash darkens the Italian sky

My mind meandering lost in the lava swirls.

© Written by John Yeo.

(Image ~ Daily Express)

Mount Etna erupted on 17th February 2021 with no injuries or damage caused.


The Italian volcano Mount Etna has erupted for the first time this year 2021.

The volcano which is located on the island of Sicily, erupted on Tuesday, sending jets of lava into the sky.

Pictures shared on social media showed a plume of smoke rising from the mountain and ash raining down on buildings.

A nearby airport in Catania, was forced to close temporarily due to ash in the air making it unsafe to fly but there have been no reports of injuries or damage from the eruption.

(Report by April Roach in the Evening Standard.)

UnCOVENTional Infiltration

A prompt response for  Inspiration Monday ~ CONVENT INFILTRATION 



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UnCOVENTional Infiltration

by John Yeo

   “The child will be better off getting looked after by the nuns in the convent. St. Mary’s has an excellent record of taking care of the sick. I know Sister Mercy well; we have seen some extraordinary sick children walk away from the care they have received within those walls.”
    The Rector smiled as he uttered these words, knowing how distressed Mr. and Mrs. Brown were at the news that little Chloe was suffering from an incurable palsy.

   Wiping away visible tears with a paper tissue. The weary Mother looked hopeless and acutely distressed. Then turning her worry-lined face, in a broken voice she sniffed and said..

   “Father; we have been told by the medical staff that the disease will slowly get worse. Whatever can they do in the convent that the Doctor’s are unable to accomplish in hospital?” Asked Mrs. Brown.

   The Parish Priest answered in a reassuring manner with a voice that was full of the sure strength of a firm belief, he said…

  “The convent is a peaceful private area dedicated to the worship of God. The power of prayer is an incredible strong force. We have seen some amazing cures of children, written off by conventional medicine leave those walls.”

   “Father! My daughter has never been away from my side in all the ten short years of her life. Would it be possible for me to stay with her in the convent to provide emotional support?”

    “I’m sorry Mrs. Brown that would not be possible. The convent is run on severe lines, they just haven’t got the facilities to cater for guests. To the best of my knowledge the only people who leave the peace of the convent are the children who have been taken care of by the nuns.”
     The Rector hesitated for a moment after this statement; then he said,
   “I can introduce you to young Mary Stevens who left the convent five years ago after a cure and a period of rehabilitation from a serious disease.”

    Mr. Brown then interrupted with a loud response.
   “Yes please! I would like my wife to be absolutely reassured that our daughter Chloe will be in good hands and taken care of. Where can we find this young lady?”

   There was a pause before the reply came from the Rector.
“She became a nun. You will meet her when you take your daughter to the convent for treatment.”

   Mr. and Mrs. Brown looked at each other and left together. As they reached the door Mr Brown turned and said..
  “Sorry Vicar, we have another appointment with the Doctor. We are sure Chloe will be better off with us at home.”

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved 


Three Word Wednesday
Write something based on and including these three words


by John Yeo

Where? He wondered in silent awe
Thoughtful, Enquiring! Why? How? When?
Fervently searching for answers.
Gazing up on a starry night
A puzzle to overwhelm the senses.
The universe a wonder to the thoughtful mind,
A fiery bright shining firmament.

Burning, Boiling, without relent.
A puzzle to overpower the mind.
The mind, a whirl of discontent,
Fervent, Brilliant, always alight.
The neurons and axions firing in flight.
A Thoughtful, Fervent, Brilliant Brain.
Fervently searching for answers.


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