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.

NOVEMBER 2015 ~”POEM-A-DAY”~ DAY TWENTY-FIVE ~ “ECHO” POEM

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For today’s prompt, write an echo poem. This could be a poem with a refrain, or a poem that echoes another poem (or poems) written earlier in the month. A remix poem, if you will. Or it could be about the process of echoes, echo location, or any other spin you can think to put on it.

THE STORM

by John Yeo

Clouds speedily gather as darkness descends
The storm takes hold with a vicious vengeance.
A deafening clap of thunder loudly resounds
Echoes and re-echoes with explosive force
Lightning slashes in a jagged flash of fiery fury.

 

Trees bend and sway as the wind rages relentlessly
Stripping off leaves and tearing the branches away.
The pouring rain sweeps and swirls ceaselessly
Severely soaking the storm battered tiny valley.
Repeated lightning bolts light up the night

 

Thunderclaps crash and boom repeatedly
Echoing and re-echoing, endlessly rebounding
From the craggy slopes of the rocky mountain.
As streams rapidly turn into rain-filled rivers.
Lightning strikes with an illuminating power.

 

The wind suddenly drops and the rain gently eases
As the storm slowly passes over the mountains.
A distant booming thunderclap rumbles around
Echoing and re-echoing with a muffled sound.
As the passion of the storm is over and spent.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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LIFE

by John Yeo

A neurone has fired in an amazing display
Brain-powered ecstasy in an orgasmic release
Powerful minute forces have delivered
An awesome force of pleasurable power
As an ejaculation is repeated and echoes again
And again, and again, and again.
Re-echoing as seeds of a new life begin.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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2014 NOVEMBER PAD CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE: DAY 13~An ~”OPTIONS”~ Poem

For today’s prompt, write an optional poem. And no, that does not mean that writing a poem is optional today–I know a few of you were thinking it. No, no, no. No, I’m thinking of how some things in life are completely optional; in fact, most things are. So you have options for today’s poem–maybe too many–but can one ever have too many options?

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OPTIONS UNSEEN

by John Yeo

 I walk very close to the wall

The traffic noise is very loud.

I love the smell of fish and chips

 I get when I pass this way.

The rain starts, I feel the wet

The tyres of the traffic spray,

I pass the school, the children laugh

I love to hear them play.

My white stick helps me along,

I know when I reach the corner.

I stand at the crossing and wait

Someone will help me across.

My options are very limited,

I stand at the corner and wait.

I hear the bleep, I can safely cross

Then I step out into the road.

The only alternative option is

To wait and get wet in the rain.

 

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