MAYBE IN THE DARK

SUNDAY 13th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ MAYBE IN THE DARK

MAYBE IN THE DARK

by John Yeo

    Nocturnal pleasure for Terry would be leaving his house and searching for night wildlife, such as shy Badgers on the prowl and urban Foxes. Many times he would track night-loving shy animals and follow them to their lairs. Barn Owls were his favourite bird to watch, closely followed by Hedgehogs, Bats and large colourful Moths. 

  One night Terry was in hiding, studying a family of Foxes, hunting and playing together in the neighbourhood gardens. Terry raised his camera to take some night photographs, when suddenly he was roughly grabbed by his collar.

    ‘Got you! You dirty rascally peeping Tom. We saw you coming with your camera, creeping along in the dark, I’ve a good mind to give you a good hiding, but my wife has called the police and they are on the way. You disgusting pervert, I bet it’s you who is responsible for stealing our underwear from the washing line!’

  Terry was shaken and scared, when he saw the huge man who was now holding him around the neck. The man had close-cropped hair and cruel looking eyes that were regarding him suspiciously.

   ‘No! You have got it wrong, I’m a naturalist studying nocturnal wildlife. Certainly not a pervert and I would never steal clothing or anything of that nature. I can prove it, I have my student ID in my wallet.’

 Terry  handed over his wallet. At that moment a police siren sounded in the distance, to Terry’s surprise the man immediately ran off. A neighbour had heard the altercation and called the police.

 When the police arrived, Terry explained what had happened. 

  The police swiftly caught up with the man, who turned out to be a notorious burglar and a peeping Tom. 

© Written by John Yeo

JUNE 5, 2014 Writing 101, Day Four: Write about a loss. The twist: make this the first post in a three-post series.

Write about a loss something (or someone) that was part of your life and isn’t any more. Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.

THE TRAGIC LOSS UNFOLDS~Part One

By John Yeo

 The forest stretched for miles, a sea of pine trees with thick undergrowth. There was a large variety of wildlife in the forest and my wife and I would ramble for hours, just enjoying the sensation of the natural world. The birds fluttering and calling in the tree tops with squirrels scrambling up tree trunks in their haste to get away from the intrusive humans. Many times we have been caught in a shower or a storm and exactly against the universal advice we took shelter under a tree. The woodland flowers were colourful, blooming in profusion during their season, and we would enjoy wandering through stretches of ferns into the forest. One day we spotted a faun, shyly strolling along a woodland path through the trees, we quickly followed this beautiful little animal for a long way into the depths of the forest.

 Suddenly we realised we were lost, hopelessly, totally lost. We pressed on hoping to come to an inhabited property where we could get our bearings and some directions back to where we had started our ramble. We came upon a clearing with a pretty little cottage and knocked hard to alert the inhabitants of our arrival. There was no response to our urgent knocking and we entered the little house to explore. Inside we found a large amount of blood, all over the place, some dried up and to our dismay what looked like a puddle of fresh blood. We assumed that an animal had been slaughtered and put the whole thing out of our minds for a minute. We then went through into the back yard, where there was freshly disturbed earth with mounds of earth piled every where, My wife, Margaret nervously remarked that they looked like a series of graves.???????????????????

  Then there was a noise as a large animal or a man was heard crashing and running through the forest~~~~

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo

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