IF OUR STARS ALIGN

SATURDAY 1st AUGUST 2020

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..

IF OUR STARS ALIGN

by John Yeo

   Girish and Lakshmi were promised to each other and the arrangements for their wedding were underway. The odd thing was that both sets of their parents had received hazy indeterminate astrological forecasts for their future together. Girish’s father had spent thousands on a series of well known astrologers with the same indefinite response. Likewise Lakshmi’s Mother and Father. The astrologers just couldn’t agree. The thing was, the young couple were actually in love with each other. Everyone in both families agreed the children were ideal for each other and it would be the perfect match to marry the fortunes of both families together. 

 Girish’s father one day came up with a solution, he approached a famous out of town philosopher Dr Khan and explained the situation.

 ‘Can you help us out of our predicament? The situation is becoming intolerable, some of the shades of opinion are beginning to differ radically.’

Dr Khan, hesitated, before he replied,

‘Well, I’m not an astrologer, I’m an astronomer, which is a totally different discipline.’

‘Yes, but can you help us?’

‘ Yes, I think so, if your son promises to marry his future wife when the stars align, all should be well. There is a celestial alignment of the planets due in two weeks time. Instruct him to meet her and promise her. ‘When our stars align we will marry’. This will unite Astronomy with Astrology.’

‘Thank you so much Dr Khan.’

© Written by John Yeo.

THE CHARDONNAY OF TRUTH

MONDAY 27th JULY 2020

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..

THE CHARDONNAY OF TRUTH

by John Yeo

   ‘Cheers!’ announced the toastmaster, smiling broadly. Everyone around the table raised their glasses to wish the happy couple well. The best man was tipsy and the wine was slowly going to his head.

The family around the table were full of cheer as toast after toast was made to speed the happy couple on their way to married bliss.

  Roger, the best man, was an old friend of the bridegroom, Peter. He’d known both Peter and Jane for years, ever since their college years together. 

 When it came time for the best man’s speech, Roger struggled to his feet and loudly burped, there was a ripple of surprise from the wedding guests seated around the top table. The speech went roughly as follows.

 ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise for being slightly tipsy as I confess, I’ve overindulged in this excellent Chardonnay. I’ve known both of this happy couple for many years, especially Jane who I’ve been more than close to. In fact I knew Jane long before Peter and I’ve had the pleasure of eating and sleeping with her many times over the years since I’ve known her. You can imagine my feelings when my best friend came into our lives at college and stole her away from me.’ 

 There was a sudden silence around the table, in fact you could have cut the air with a knife. Roger clumsily picked up his glass and emitted another loud burp.

 Then announced, ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, please refill your glasses with the Chardonnay of truth as I make a toast to the happy couple. My best friend Peter and my adorable sister Jane, may they spend many happy years together.’

© Written by John Yeo

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (41)

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 14/09/2015, 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, not including the given opening sentence.

The link below takes you to Part Forty

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/09/08/mysterious-island-40/

MI 31

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:

“From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.”

Lucienne’s Mother sat watching and waiting for news. All the omens were bad, the crystal ball was cloudy, which was a very bad sign and the tea-leaves predicted a disaster.
Jean Pierre although badly injured and back home in France, would recover. The preparations for the wedding were underway funded by a bank draft forwarded from France, but she still felt uneasy. He was still tied to the Brigadiers organisation, would he be able to retire and get free from his previous life?
Marg, Delphine and Angelo were with several other operatives in a high power meeting with the Brigadier and Don Fernando on the Mysterious Island. The feeling was that all operations should be suspended for a while and everyone should lie low. The Brigadier was very concerned about any ongoing alliance between Dr Dickus and nasty Luigi.
Suddenly Marg received an urgent message from Hillary in London…..

(150 WORDS)

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The link below takes you to Part Forty

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/09/08/mysterious-island-40/

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ROMANCE ON THE RIVER

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers-

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge week 4. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.

imageROMANCE ON THE RIVER

by John Yeo

The reflection of the beautiful blue sky on the surface of the calm waters of the river boded well for our romantic afternoon. The hampers were packed, stacked and loaded with several cases of champagne in the cold room. Family and friends of family began to arrive and the three barges we had hired were ready to go. Beautiful music was made by a trio of musicians on the central barge.
Suddenly Wagner’s famous “Bridal Chorus” was softly and melodiously sounding as you arrived at the quayside in a white Rolls Royce. Escorted by bridesmaids and pages you boarded our barge, smiling happily behind your veil. I stood by your side and the priest uttered the timeless words, we both responded, “I do”. We were now to spend the rest of our lives together.
Two majestic white swans glided by on the surface of the river, followed by six cygnets.You grinned, then laughed and said, “No not six Darling!”.
(159 words)

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This is in response to a challenge hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. If you would like to participate in this challenge or need more information, please click the following link:

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