SHOCK WAVES

Crescendo
FLASH FICTION ~CRESCENDO

A Prompt response to the daily Prompt on WordPress. September 8th 2017

SHOCK WAVES

by John Yeo

    Kelly was restless, the reason was beyond her, she couldn’t make it out. What was happening? Why did she feel so uneasy?
  There was nothing that could be pinned down to a concrete reason for this strange unease that seemed to be flooding throughout her being. Kelly rose from her bed, shook her mass of blonde hair and switched on the television. She grabbed the remote and pressed the volume button. Hard. Without any effect. There was no sound, there has got to be a fault with my TV set, she thought, She went over and punched the button to turn on the radio. Still no sound from there either.
     It took a moment or two to register on her consciousness. Then with a scream…”I can’t hear anything…I’ve gone deaf overnight. What can I do? I can’t phone anyone up because I won’t be able to hear anything!”
 The silence that seemed to descend and flood her being, was like nothing she had experienced before. Just absolute silence; nothing could be heard by her at all.
     ‘I must get some help!’ she thought to herself and she rushed out into the street without thinking, then she suddenly realised she was in a shortie nightie.
  A passing builders labourer, a stocky man with a shock of red hair, suddenly emitted a piercing wolf whistle. He was with two friends and they all curled up with laughter.
    Kelly was angry about this. “Help me you dirty swine! I can’t hear anything!”
  They continued to laugh and one said. “You heard that whistle because you angrily reacted.”
   Kelly suddenly realised she could hear every word and every noise was getting louder and louder. She suddenly became embarrassed and aware she was on a busy street with next to nothing on. The traffic noise became overwhelming and just got louder and louder, deafening her mind with an unbelievable intensity. Now scared out of her wits, she raced back into her flat. There the television was on at full volume and the radio was blasting out a crescendo of deafening music. Kelly rushed to switch them off, she was soon lost in silence again.
   There was a knock at the door. Mrs. Jones her nosey neighbour stood on the doorstep.    “Are you alright love? I heard your loud music blasting out when the lights came back on. We had a general power cut and everything went off.”
Kelly dried her eyes on the back of her hand, and screamed with relieved laughter, she gave Mrs. Jones a massive hug as she mumbled her thanks.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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ONE OF THOSE DAYS

Writer’s prompt
First sentence ~ Last sentence
Ask a friend to write down two sentences. The sentences should be seemingly unrelated.

Two sentences from Margaret which must begin and end the story. Either one first or last.

(1) Mary arrived at the station just as the last train of the day was leaving.

(2) There was a clap of thunder and flash of lightning just before the lights went out.

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ONE OF THOSE DAYS

by John Yeo 

    There was a clap of thunder and flash of lightning just before the lights went out.
    “Not another bloody power cut! I will have to remember where I put the candles Sooty!”
  Mary cursed as she tripped over a pair of red high heeled shoes she had kicked off in the hall earlier. “I was fortunate there, wasn’t I Sooty?”

  Mary had developed the habit of talking to her feline friend over the years.
When her best friend Sue remarked on this habit over afternoon tea one day. Mary responded with the reply; “She often answers with purrs, mews and a friendly rub on my legs.”
   Sadly on this occasion Sooty was invisible as her black fur had made her melt into the background.
  Mary was able to locate candles and even a torch with live batteries, which was a surprise as she hadn’t used it for months.
  Another crash of thunder shook the very foundations of the house and with a loud squeal, Sooty jumped on her lap.
    A flash of lightning lit up the room and the sound of heavy rain on the windows heralded another crash of thunder.
     “Not really a night for going out Sooty; but I will have to go and check on Mum in Walford, 20 miles away. She is on her own and probably scared to death. I can’t get a signal for my IPhone, due to this weather. I will have to take the car.”
Ten minutes later, found Mary desperately trying to start her car without any success.
   “Damn it Sooty! I will have to take a taxi, it will be expensive, but at least I will be able to get a train home. I will have to brave the weather and walk down to the taxi rank. A good fifteen minute walk away: Now where did I put the umbrella?”
  Luckily there was a taxi on the rank and an hour later Mary was knocking loudly on her Mothers front door. There was no response and she was getting quite worried; when Mrs. Harvey a neighbour appeared and said,
  “She was fine earlier, I have a spare key, I can let you in if you like, Mary.”

     “Yes please Mrs. Harvey.”

     A shocking sight greeted their eyes as they entered the hall, Mary’s mother was lying unconscious in the hall.
  Mary quickly called an ambulance from her mother’s line and two paramedics arrived.
‘Good job there is a connection here she thought’
   With a sigh of relief Mary saw her Mother revived and there wasn’t anything seriously wrong. The ambulance took her to hospital for a few checks and she was kept in overnight.
  Mary realised she had made no arrangements for transport to get her back to her home. A friendly paramedic offered to drop her off at the railway station.

  Mary arrived at the station just as the last train of the day was leaving.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

LUMPINESS

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~ January 2017 ~ LUMP

http://daily.wordreference.com

LUMPINESS

By John Yeo

 

    The clinic at the general hospital was crowded with patients waiting to be examined. There was a strong antiseptic smell everywhere.

The charming tea lady who worked for the friends of the hospital smiled as she asked.

     “One lump or two?”

      “Sorry! Our names have just come up on the board.”

  A little later, after a thorough examination, the physician asked the two patients to be seated.

  “Well, we have to have this investigated as soon as possible. There is nothing to worry about, everyone has lumps all over their bodies. I would like you to come into our outpatient department to carry out a small investigation procedure.”

  Dr Carswell the physician tried to look totally relaxed, but the obvious concern was clearly visible beneath her outward facade.

     “OK Doctor: When shall I come into your office again to see you?” enquired seven-year-old Jamie excitedly.

   Mrs, Durant, Jamie’s Mother quickly smiled and said; “Don’t worry Jamie.”

   Then she turned to the physician and said. “I will make an appointment for him on the way out Doctor.”

   Mother and son left the hospital together and joined the crowd on the highway. There was a great lump of people demonstrating against the latest cuts to the NHS budget.

      “Hey, Mum! When have I got to go back to see the nice lady doctor?” asked Jamie.

   “Next week Jamie, I know you like her.”

   “Look out Mum!” Jamie suddenly exclaimed. “You are about to tread in a lump of dog poo.”

   “Ooh! That was close; these are my new shoes. Well done Jamie.”

  “Where are we going now, Mum?”

   “Jamie, you know we always visit Granddad on Tuesdays.”

“Oh yes;” said Jamie shivering visibly. “I hope he has got a good fire going it is freezing cold today.”

 They were soon seated comfortably in front of a roaring coal fire in Granddad’s cottage. The smoke was drifting into the parlour a strong smoky smell permeated everything.

He casually tossed another lump of coal on the fire; smiling broadly he asked

     “How are you doing young Jamie?”

     “He has to go and see a nice lady doctor at the hospital next week Dad: Don’t worry it’s nothing serious.”

   Mrs Durant replied;  Jamie was busy feeding lumps of bread to the wild birds through the open back door.

  “That’s good news, Mary. Did you hear about the death of Bruce my poor dog? The vet had to put him down; it bought a lump to my throat when I remember the good times we’ve shared together.”

     “I can see you are putting on weight Dad since you have stopped taking that dog for a walk. You are becoming a great fat lump, I will have to try to replace poor old Bruce for you.”

   Jamie came rushing into the room from the garden.

   “Granddad the postman brought this letter and asked me to bring it to you.”

    “Thanks, Jamie: I wonder what this is?” Tearing open the envelope he suddenly laughed out loud.

     “It’s from the Premium bonds people; I have won a lump sum of £5000.00 pounds. We can all have a good share out now. We must enjoy life while we can, I heard on the radio there is a huge lump of rock approaching, an asteroid is  nearing our planet that will wipe us all out when it arrives.”

   Later that night as his Mother tucked him into bed. Jamie said. “Mum, will the asteroid hurt Heffalump when it arrives?” Cuddling his toy elephant tightly to his chest.

   “Don’t worry Jamie, Heffalump can never get hurt by anything.”

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

 

THE ANGRY SEA

 

THE ANGRY SEA

by John Yeo

The land begins to crumble, heave and sigh

Battered by powerful angry waves

Under the relentless wavy oceans eye.

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Waves moving restlessly, huge and high

Bringing driftwood fresh from seaman’s graves

The land begins to crumble, heave and sigh.

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Grey waters mirroring the colour of a stormy sky

Cutting through the rocky cliffs creating caves

Under the relentless wavy oceans eye.

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A powerful sea destructive blasting by

Battered boats becoming the current slaves.

The land begins to crumble, heave and sigh.

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Beaching creatures as seabirds swoop and fly

Feeding on the moving broiling water sprays

Under the relentless wavy oceans eye

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The powers of a restless stormy sea belie

Domination by the landlocked slaves.

The land begins to crumble, heave and sigh

Under the relentless wavy oceans eye.

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Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

CLOG DANCERS

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~ January 2017 ~ CLOG

http://daily.wordreference.com/2017/01/20/intermediate-word-of-the-day-clog/

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CLOG DANCERS

By John Yeo

    Billy Bloggs in borrowed clogs joined the local clog dancing club. An assortment of seven other characters made up the group.
     Alex, Genevieve, Fanny and Mary were the ladies in the group; with James, Willie, and Tim. A wonderful assortment of characters it would be difficult to conjure up in the most fertile of imaginations.
All the dancers were dressed in black and a trio of musicians followed them about from place to place.

One memorable day there was a scream:

  “Help me!”
Startled; everyone rushed to the toilet to find Alex was trapped inside.
   “Help me please;” she begged, the bloody toilet is clogged up and the smell is overpowering.”
After much laughter and playful banter, Alex was released, unhappy to be the butt of cloggy jokes.
A plumber was called by the organisers who removed a clog of the unmentionable from the drain.

   Alex partnered James and they had a little mongrel dog, called Chum, who followed them relentlessly everywhere. A local fan had fashioned a tiny set of four doggy clogs and Chum was to be regularly seen clogging away. A skeptic once said the poor little pup was doing his best to get rid of these encumbrances.

     “How does he manage to cock his leg if he is hampered by an alien artifact?” asked a concerned bystander.

  Genevieve and Willie were very late one extraordinary day when the fete they were dancing in became so clogged up with visitors, they were unable to get away. Obviously, they pushed their way into the beer tent where they kicked off their clogs and let their long greasy lanks of hair down. Filling their discarded clogs with the strong beer they passed the time in an inebriated cloggers party.

   Billy’s friend Mary accompanied him during the dancing and they were both soon enjoying the experience enormously.
One day they took a bus into town and got stuck in a traffic jam the road was blocked, clogged up with traffic. When they finally reached their digs they were handed a bill by the landlady, Mrs. Jones who had called a plumber because they had blocked her sink and clogged it up with cooking fat.

     Tim partnered Fanny, Tim was a natural clog performer as he was a Dutchman; the Dutch wear clogs for everyday footwear. Fanny said he was the star of the show, who would walk a tightrope in clogs to win a bet.
  Tim would decorate some of his used Dutch clogs by painting them with oil paint drawing some amazing pictures with wonderful illustrations of windmills. These would then be sold for beer money and the whole group of clog dancers would party and celebrate.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

DONNY

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~ January 2017 ~ SWING

http://daily.wordreference.com/2017/01/05/intermediate-word-of-the-day-swing/.

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DONNY

by John Yeo

  

   When Donny was a young man he used to love going to the local park with his Father. Dad would push the seesaw up and down to give young Donny a ride, then push him down the slide. Donny would laugh and squeal for more, at the excitement of the moment.

   Donny’s favourite was easily the swing, he enjoyed the feeling of flying through the air and the uncertainty of this ride as his Daddy pushed him higher and higher. Swinging up and down with the momentum of magical uncertainty.

   “Higher, higher! I want the swing to be upwards. Ever higher! Please; Daddy.” Squealed the little fellow excitedly.

    On the way home, Father, who habitually walked along swinging his arms was emulated by little Donny, and soon both father and son were swinging along the road together all the way home.

  As the years passed by, Donny; now a young man spent three years at university studying economics. He became a member of a swinging rock group, playing a golden trumpet, a young rocker, always in the swing of the social scene. It was at a student ball when Donny met Maria, then after a whirlwind courtship, they were soon wed and happily married.

  In spite of the embarrassing situation that occurred when they discovered their neighbours were involved in a wife-swapping group. Swingers who hinted to our couple they would be welcome. An invitation that was rapidly declined.

Donny became a successful entrepreneur, wealthy beyond the dreams of avarice. A man who was both liked and respected at home and in the world of finance.

  A keen golfer, it was rumoured he had a swing worthy of a professional,

  In his later years, Donny dabbled in politics and was soon in line to become the leader of the local political party. There had been a huge swing in public opinion and he was soon elected as leader of the party. Of course, there was opposition and a lot of sour grapes as his opposition had been a well-liked respected politician.

  One day a lone wolf gunman took a shot at Donny and missed killing a bodyguard.

   “You’ll swing for this! Swing on the end of a rope until you are dead! An eye for an eye.” Came several shouts from the crowd.

    Donny never did retire, he was always involved in some form of business operation.  His fortune depended on the swings of the temperamental stock exchange.

  He was found one day dead from a heart attack, swinging in a hammock in his beloved garden.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

WONDER and THE WIZARD 

Margaret and I have submitted these two poems, we wrote a couple of years ago for publication in our parish magazine on the theme of Charity Shops.

FROM THE CHARITY SHOP

At the Charity shop window

I stopped and stared.

They were just lying there

So delicate, so pretty.

 Knew I just had to have them.

 

Two pounds fifty was all it needed

For them to be mine.

 Left the shop with my treasured purchase

Wrapped in a brown paper bag.

 

Found a seat in the park, sat and opened my wares

Lovingly fingering them.

Wondering who the owner had been.

When had she worn them?

At a Dance, the Ballet, Theatre,

Or even her Wedding?

 

What did she wear them with?

Did they match her dress or her shoes?

Was she blonde, was she dark?

Was she young, was she old?

 

Who was her Partner?

Husband, Friend or Lover?

Was he handsome, was he plain?

 

All I can do is touch them,

Wear them and wonder.

What were my precious wares?

Did I not say?

 An exquisite pair of pale blue silk

EVENING GLOVES.

 

Copyright © Written by Margaret Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

 

 

THE WIZARD

Visiting friends in a suburban town,

With time on my hands to shop around.

I was drawn to a window while passing by,

A distinctive character had caught my eye.

 

With a pointed hat, long hair and a kindly face,

An inviting smile, come and enter this place!

Come and explore every crevice and nook.

 He was holding an open mysterious book.

 

A book full of magic in every word,

Perched on the cover was a little blue bird.

I entered the shop, imagination to allay,

Shelves full of goods in tantalising display.

 

A kindly person, behind the counter with style,

A friendly face with a helpful smile.

I enquired about the magical magician,

Or was he a learned alternative physician?

 

The shop-person smiled, the interesting gent,

Was a model, nothing but a garden ornament.

On sale to benefit the Sue Ryder charity.

I purchased the wizard with this newfound clarity.

 

I escorted him home, I beg your pardon

He is much too nice to live in the garden.

The wizard lives in our conservatory in essence,

He guards our home and lifestyle in our absence.

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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