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.

~~~~~~

img_1792

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.

Advertisements

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.

 

SCRAP

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~ 15th December 2016

Word for the day ~ SCRAP

scrap-cars

Image courtesy of pixabay.com

SCRAP

by John Yeo

    “Get rid of it! It’s an eyesore; a blight on the neighbourhood. I don’t care how much of a sentimental value it has for you. I can’t stand the sight of it outside our house every time I open the front door.” This was said in a voice that was clearly coming from a person who was fed-up and at the end of his tether.

     “But Dad!” I responded. “It’s a……”

   “NO BUTS!” Shouted my Father, obdurately. “I want you to get rid of it; send it to the scrapyard! It’s absolutely worthless.”

   “Dad this is a Vintage car that will be worth a lot of money when I get around to fixing it up, I will show you it’s much too good to be consigned to scrap.”

    “I DON’T CARE! You’ve had plenty of time to do the repairs. I want it removed now!” My father was a stern man when he was in the mood of absolute, obdurate stubbornness that he was revealing at this moment.

   My Mother arrived with a handful of scraps to feed the birds in our garden looking quite nervous at the sound of this altercation.

  “What’s going on? I can hear you two having words all over the house. I am sure our neighbours think you two are having a scrap. I would like to know what the problem is. Maybe I can help.” she said tossing the food scraps on our lawn.

 My Father then said: “I have insisted we finally get this heap of scrap towed away from the front of our house and demolished. Blown up with several tonnes of explosive would be a solution if you ask me.”

 At that precise moment, a scrappy looking individual on a horse and cart rode past our house just as my Father used the word, explosive. Turning to him and smiling my Father said. “How much would you offer us for this vehicle?”

“£50 is the best price I can do.”  he replied.

My Father smiled and said. “Yes, certainly you can have it for £50.”

The traveller smiled and said. “I’ll take the cash now, and get rid of the car tomorrow, OK!”

“WHAT! You mean you will charge me to take it away! Clear off before I call the police. You thief!” yelled my Father, shocked.

With that, the traveller produced a scrap of paper and scrawled a telephone number down. “Call this number if you change your mind.”

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

3rd November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 3

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 3
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 3, 2016

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “If I’d Only (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem. Possible titles include: “If I’d Only Asked Her Out,” “If I’d Only Gone Left Instead of Right,” “If I’d Only Taken That Chance,” etc. Don’t wonder what would’ve happened if you’d only written that poem; get to it now!

I had trouble with trying to condense this one: I still think it is a long piece with room for a diet

image

“Forget-Me-Nots” ~ Image ©️Copyright John and Margaret

IF I’D ONLY REMEMBERED……..

by John Yeo

Work has been stressful without a break

I’ll feel better when I get home.

The flight was late, I had a horrendous wait

It’ll be good to surprise the family.

It’s been a hard week but I’m early.

My wife will be delighted.

When she knows I’ve been successful.

I’ll be taking her out to dinner tonight.

~

The taxi pulled up behind a posh new car.

There’s another one parked in the drive.

My children must have some visitors.

Two brand new matching luxury cars.

~

Mary, my wife rushed out of the house

“Welcome home! Our luck finally changed!

Isn’t the windfall exciting?

Thirteen million pounds is a massive amount.

I knew our numbers would come up in the end.

Come inside, relax, put your feet up,

Your work is now a thing of the past.

We have many plans to make.

I have rung round the family, everyone knows.

We’re having a party.to celebrate”

~

My face must have mirrored my confusion

When my wife grinned and continued.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been so busy

You haven’t heard the news.

Our regular lottery numbers have won,

We are now multi-millionaires.

We just need the ticket to prove it.”

~

My face went white in shocked surprise.

Reality took seconds to surface.

Thirteen million pounds, a huge amount

That sadly we can never claim.

I certainly would have celebrated,

If only I’d remembered to buy the ticket.

~

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

LOST AND FOUND (3)

A RE-WRITE OF A PREVIOUS MINI-SERIES

The links below will take you to  ~Episodes One and Two

https://johnly1607may05.wordpress.com/2016/01/12/the-loss/

https://johnly1607may05.wordpress.com/2016/01/13/the-loss-part-two/

Images © Copyright John and Margaret

LOST AND FOUND

by John Yeo

~ Part Three

DISCOVERY AND RETURN

  The approaching noises  got closer. We were unsure whether they were made by man or beast. I said. “Margaret, we won’t run, we’ll hide in the woods and see who comes along the trail.”

   We waited tensely, listening to the noisy approach close behind us. Suddenly there was a break in the trees and a tall man, wearing tweed clothes and a deerstalker hat appeared in the clearing. “Hallo!” He shouted.

 I stepped out into the clearing, shaking off, Margaret’s attempt to hold on to me to keep me under cover. The man said,  “I’m glad I caught up with you, I have been following you since you left my cottage. I found this brooch on the floor, it looks as if it might have value”. It was a brooch in the shape of a peacock, belonging to Margaret. A sentimental brooch, I purchased as a souvenir on our travels a few years ago. Margaret was thrilled to get it back, it meant a lot to her.

  The man introduced himself as Gerald Mellors, and said he was the gamekeeper here on this estate and forest, which stretched for five miles in every direction from his cottage. I asked him, with some trepidation, about the fresh blood we had noticed at the cottage. He replied he butchered deer for the estate owners and buried the remains of the carcases in the yard. I laughed at that, we did not let on about our suspicious fears.

  We then explained that we were hopelessly lost. Our new friend said not to worry, he would give us directions to follow to get us safely home.

  I informed him about our find of the very rare, very valuable orchids. Mr Mellors was amazed, and said he would inform his employers, who were very kindly, and would certainly want to reward us for our honesty, and for our recognition of these precious flowers.

   We started out on this journey by losing ourselves, we then found a very rare group of orchids. Margaret lost a brooch, with a high sentimental value, and we found a new friend in Gerald Mellors, the gamekeeper, who helped us find our way home.

  We had lost ourselves in the depths of the forest. Often when you face your fears, you find answers where you least expect to find them.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved

NOVEMBER 2015 ~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~ DAY ONE ~ ‘DAY AFTER’ POEM

image

Image © Copyright John and Margaret

MIXED FEELINGS

by John Yeo

To wake in the morning after the cruise,
I move to the window to enjoy the views
Of home and garden, green and still
Replacing the endless moving waves.
The first thing is the lack of motion,
No tossing and turning on the waves
The restless always moving ocean
Has been left behind at the dockside.

~~~

Our holiday was fantastic and exciting,
We visited new ports, far from home.
New horizons, fine foods with strange ways.
The cultures and climate were so inviting.
We are spending today in a cloudy haze
Of distant memories on some distant shore.
The happy memories flooding our familiar ways,
As we savour the day after the days gone before.

Copyright ©) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-1
All rights reserved.