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PICTURE-IT-AND WRITE ~ RAGS AND MR POTTS ~  27TH SEPTEMBER 2015

28/9/2015

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This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia's blog on Word Press
https://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/picture-it-write-71/


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RAGS AND MR. POTTS
by John Yeo

  At last we own our own property,  we are so proud it belongs to us, lock, stock and barrel. There is a lot of work to be done it is very rundown and we have boxes and stacked everywhere on the bare wooden floorboards.
   Our pet mongrel dog Rags, has settled in, always barking at the slightest noise or a  strange passing dog.
  Cindy and I are energised and we are decorating the house from top to bottom.  

Cindy has an organising mind and this morning she said.
     "We will sleep in the downstairs front room until we finish the bedrooms off"

   "That's OK by me!" I reply. "Hey! Look at that dog, what is he doing with that old stick someone has wedged across the stairs?  He is trying to get that out from there!"

        "Oh, Rags, come here you silly boy!" Cindy shouts.

       "Oh leave him, at least it is the outside stairs."

  Mrs Potts our nearest neighbour pops in for a chat and a cup of tea, bringing a hamper of groceries, 
            "Just to tide you over dears, until you can get to the local store."

     "Thanks so much!"   I  respond,  "Can I pay  you for them?"

     "No don't be do silly! I would like you to take them as a good neighbourly gift." 

  Mrs Potts sits on a packing-case drinking a cup of Cindy's special brew tea.
 
     "Did you hear the story of old Mr Brown, who last lived here, he was a very eccentric tyrant of a man. He would always be chasing the local kids away if they wandered off the path out front, on to his drive. He would charge out of the house waving a big stick to scare them away, every time anyone passed by."

    "No!" We chorused.

  Mrs Potts took another sip of tea. "Well he was a bit of a hermit, living alone and not mixing with anyone socially. Rumour has it that  he would drink vast quantities of home-brewed cider and get very drunk. One day he tripped over a stick on your back stairs, very drunk and not looking where he was going. He lay at the bottom of those stairs for a whole week before he was discovered, sadly he died on the way to the hospital."

  Cindy refilled Mrs Potts teacup, as we sat listening to this tragic tale.

     "Well!" She continued. "Rumour has it that someone deliberately lodged that stick there to trip him up, but there was never any proof and nobody is owning up to anything."

  At this point there was a loud barking from around the back as Rags, tired of trying to dislodge that pesky stick, just sat there barking at nothing, there was no one to be seen.

  When Mrs Potts saw this and noticed the stick lodged across the back stairs she nearly fainted with the shock. Cindy gave her a glass of water and produced some smelling salts. When Mrs Potts came around she was alarmed.

      "Surely that is not the same stick that was responsible for the death of Mr Brown! How did that get there?" She cried.
 
         "Oh! That stick has been there since we moved in!" I said, "Rags has been going potty trying to get it out, we thought he was just having a game, but after hearing your story now!  I wonder?"

  We both finish the day working non-stop, flat out to get as much done as possible before it gets too dark. 

  As we settle down to sleep Cindy whispers. "Good Night darling, I hope our little house is not haunted by the ghost of Mr Potts!"

     "Good night Cindy! Don't worry, Rags will see him off!"


Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
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PICTURE-IT-AND WRITE ~ MIRROR DISTORTED DEFLECTION  ~ 14TH SEPTEMBER 2015

15/9/2015

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This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia's blog on Word Press
https://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2015/09/13/picture-it-write-70/

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MIRROR DISTORTED DEFLECTION 
by John Yeo

 My friends and family in fact everybody I come into contact with, all tell me how wonderful I am looking. My boyfriend is so very proud of me, he does everything in his power to encourage me to go out with him as he would like to introduce me to his friends and family.
 I always make an excuse not to go anywhere. How can I be seen in public looking like this? Why do people tell lies all the time and compliment me on my looks? I know how ugly I am, I can see myself in the mirror. 
 When I try to tell my parents why I am not a sociable person, they laugh and tell me not to be shy, then they tell me how beautiful I am.  
 Can't people see these horrible black marks all over my face and hands? They look like tattoos! I have never been near a tattoo shop in my life. 
 My friend Cynthia is always telling me not to be so silly, she says I am lovely and slim and beautiful. I know she is lying though as she is always going on about how fat she looks in the mirror, yet she is slimmer than I am. My Mum says she is an anorexic and she can't help it.
  I have to pretend to be ill all the time so that I can stay indoors, my Dad thinks I am a hypochondriac. When I asked the doctor if I could have plastic surgery, he laughed and asked me what for? When I told him he wasn't laughing anymore and he thinks I need to see a specialist Psychological doctor.
 My Dad got angry and said that's a waste of time and money as there is nothing wrong with me.
 I don't look in the mirror anymore!

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~  All rights reserved 

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PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ AN ARDUOUS JOURNEY ~ 30th AUGUST 2015

1/9/2015

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This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia's blog on Word Press

https://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2015/08/29/picture-it-write-69/
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Original image found here: http://www.thedesignwork.com/weird-pictures As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia
AN ARDUOS JOURNEY 
by John Yeo

The travellers were weary on the trail through a parched, dry, arid, waterless wasteland. The sand stretched out for miles in every direction. Then the wind whipped up sandstorms that penetrated every orifice in their outer clothing into the very pores of the skin beneath.
 Fresh water is the most valuable substance here and every drop is conserved and squeezed out to the best effect, to enable the survival of the travellers. 
  Sadly the pack animals are the first to suffer and drop, refusing to go on, simply giving up the struggle to continue. Our only course of action is to grant them a merciful release from the torture of death by a slow painful thirst that eventually turns everything to dust.
 The jeep and the all terrain vehicles struggle to keep a grip on the sandy desert floor as the exploration search party continues on their perilous quest.
  "The tree of life is our goal, we will know it when the rain time arrives!" Blind old Pete said offhandedly. 
Blind old Pete was actually  a twenty-four year old  medical scientist who was colour blind.
    "When the what? arrives!" Marg exclaimed derisively. "I don't think this place has ever been rained on ever."
 They both laughed, almost conspiratorially, they had been very good friends for years.
  Donald Prestwick, a leading medicinal botanist, laughed loudly at this exchange. "We are searching for a particular tree that survives for long periods without water. We need to harvest some of the dark grey bark, which is reputed to have unique anti-ageing properties that could be the key to longevity in humanity allowing some people to triple their lifespans."
  Blind old Pete grinned at Marg and pointed to yet another vicious-looking whirlwind on the horizon. "We'd better take cover! " He shouted. 
 After the storm had abated and passed on, the travellers had to dig the vehicles out before continuing their journey. 
 Suddenly there were dead-looking trees all around the vehicles. Marg had never seen such a bleak prospect in all her days. 
 "Surely these trees are dead, not the wonder-bark that is going to make us all very wealthy!" She exclaimed
The Don, as Donald Prestwick had affectionately been re-named, behind his back, almost jumped for joy.
"Yes! Please take  as many samples as possible, we need a good supply to work with when we get back to the lab."
Then the arduous return journey was soon underway, many  times there were holdups due to vehicle problems and eventually our versatile trusty mechanic Willie, almost gave up as the jeep died, but miraculously was nursed back to life again. 
 We almost missed our main watering oasis on the way back due to a faulty compass reading. However after some more sparkling adventures in the desert, our only thought was to get back home.
 Some weeks later we were all back in our super sterile lab, measuring and testing the precious samples. 
  Marg thought inwardly, "It will be many more years before any of the expected wealth arrives! The memories are preserved and my  long, probably tripled, average life expectancy will be enhanced by the addition of the royalties to come.

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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