SPLASHES OF INDIGO

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..

THURSDAY 11th FEBRUARY 2021

Prompt ~PLASHES OF INDIGO

Image credit ~ Indigo banded Kingfisher ~ courtesy of Pinterest 

SPLASHES OF INDIGO

by John Yeo

When the Kingfisher comes inland 

It’s  always a sign of rainfall.

With his splashes of indigo plumage

Reflecting the skies illumination

He announces the arrival of welcome rain.

Living under indigo skies.

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Everything is burnt and sere,

Parched people on a parched earth

Scratch the dusty soil to survive.

The drought has been severe.

Acacia and Palm trees thrive.

Under the indigo skies.

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Rainfall arrives with a cool fresh shower

Flushing the dry scarred land clean.

The dust we have been breathing 

Turns to mud. Life is a celebration,

Dancing, laughing and singing. 

We have free, fresh water to drink.

The crops breathe a sigh of relief.

Living under indigo skies.

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Birds fly down to bathe and drink

In the swiftly forming puddles.

Dry river-beds begin to fill

First with a trickle, then a flood.

Flowers bloom fresh and smile.

Our crops grow green with welcome

Under the indigo skies.

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Women fill stone jars with water

Balancing the weight on their heads.

People dance and sing once again

Coming together to appreciate the rain.

Clean, clear fresh water is everywhere,

Flushing away the forgotten pain

Of the sad dry months of drought.

Living under indigo skies.

~

 ©  Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved

Image credit ~ Indigo banded Kingfisher ~ courtesy of Pinterest 

Daily Prompt on WordPress ~ 28th December 2015 ~ FEARLESS FANTASIES

Fearless Fantasies

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Daily Prompt on WordPress ~ 28th December 2015 ~ Fearless Fantasies

 

FEARLESS FANTASIES

by John Yeo

   “Tell me about the fearless Peter Strong, the man the victim copied.” Asked the investigating officer abruptly.

     “Oh Yes! I tell you the man is trouble! Last week he strolled into a den full of hungry lions! Yes really, lions! He walked out unscathed too. The lions took one look and yawned, as if he was one of them.”  

  “Hmm!” Murmured the police officer, “You say he is a character who is afraid of nothing, and he will do anything for a dare, to make money!”

   “That’s right officer, the man is a total nutcase, capable of any trick in the book. Until that lion stunt, we were all sure he used a lot of trickery to fool the audience. No-one would ever suspect that a fool would try to copy the stunt.”

   “How did the victim get into the cage?” Asked the policeman curiously.

 “We don’t know! He must have got hold of a duplicate key from somewhere. They say he was bragging to his friends that the lions were toothless. He actually invited them to watch as he entered the cage, then the lions tore him to pieces. So much for fearlessness. The two witnesses are in total shock, incapable of answering any questions right now.”

  “Where can I find this Strong fellow?”

  “Certainly in the White Horse pub at this time, Peter Strong is a man of regular habits, he always drinks there.”

The pub was empty as the policeman arrived.

“Where is everybody?”  he asked the barman curiously.

   “Down at the mere! Watching that fearless fool Peter Strong, trying to walk on water! That’s a broiling tumultuous whirlpool, he has no chance of coming out of this alive!”

   Just at that second a crowd of people entered the bar, following a tall enigmatic looking man, who was grinning from ear-to-ear.

 “The drinks are on me everyone! I’ll collect your losing bets later!”

There was a stunned silence at first, then everyone crowded around the bar ordering various drinks.

 The officer grinned in recognition. “Ah! Harry the hypnotist, as I live and breathe. I know you well! Our paths have crossed before. I guessed mass hypnosis was the only answer. I am sure the man who knows no fear has no fear of going to prison, for fraud and causing death by false pretences.”

Copyright ©  Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

DAILY PROMPT ~ 20th SEPTEMBER 2015 ~ EXHALE

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DAILY PROMPT on Word Press ~ 20th  Sept 2015

Exhale
“Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright.”

EXHALE SLOWLY 

(Pure fiction) 🙂

by John Yeo

The first thing that led me to believe that this was going to be one of those days, was when my absolutely reliable, dependable alarm call failed to sound I woke two hours late for my work, to discover that my mobile phone had stopped working, exactly one hour before the alarm was due to sound.
I immediately attempted to telephone my office to say I was running late but my landline was out of order and I still had no signal on my mobile phone. l switched on the television to catch the news, the newscaster was rambling on about all the troubles in the world, but there wasn’t anything about local communications failure. I switched it off in disgust.
I thought I may as well accept the fact that my morning was missing, why shouldn’t I indulge in a good brunch and start work in the afternoon. I put some toast under the grill and eggs were frying in the pan when there was a knock at the door. I rushed to answer the door to find my neighbour on the doorstep. “Have you a telephone that works?” She asked.
“No!” I replied. “I am going in to work this afternoon!”
Suddenly I smelt smoke and my smoke alarm went crazy, I realised what I had done and slammed the door in her face. I quickly went to the kitchen to find the oven was on fire so I raced to the sink and filled a bucket with water and tried to put the fire out. Too late, I realised that water and electricity do not mix, just as the lights fused with a crack and a mains fuse blew.
Then sirens sounded and bells were ringing as three fire engines raced up, summoned by my neighbour who had smelt smoke at the same moment I did when I slammed the door, and she had stopped a passing car-driver who had immediately raced to the fire station.
I held my breath as the electricity company arrived to restore the power, and the telephone company arrived at the same time to carry out repairs to the communications systems.
My telephone line restored, my mobile phone rang with a call from my Mother to say she had one of her headaches and would I mind bringing her some tablets after I finished work. I took another deep breath and attempted to quickly explain the situation, but I had to hang up on her as my landline sounded and there was a loud knocking at my door at the same time. I answered the door to find a policeman on the doorstep investigating a burglary at a local store where the thieves had disabled the local communication systems. The call on the landline was the telephone company apologising for the break in communications. Next I got a call from my mobile phone company apologising for the failure of the mobile signal, neither of the two incidents were related. I took another deep breath as I called my house insurance cover company and after much argument and clouding of the issue they promised to send an assessor to assess the damage. I finally got through to the office and my employer said this chain of circumstances was so far-fetched, it had to be true.
I then exhaled loudly as I realised everything would turn out OK!

It would be another day tomorrow. It is my birthday. Yes!!!!!

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

Friday fictioneers ~ Water wars

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story inspired by the picture that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count. Up to the challenge? Join in!

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WATER WARS 

by John Yeo  ©

The river became a stream when the water was diverted to the factory farm. The local smallholders were up in arms as the water supply began to dry up. War was declared on the rich family who owned the huge farm. When a massive explosion blew the dam to smithereens, a body was discovered floating face down among the detritus revealed by the low water and the residue of the explosion. When police were summoned by the farmer to investigate the crime, the farmer was arrested for constructing an illegal dam and causing death by negligence. Water wars began again.