Thursday photo prompt.#writephoto. Deep.

This is my entry for #writephoto part of Sue Vincent’s​ of Daily Echo challenge. 

Rachel slept by the fire and for a while she felt safe and rested. The warmth of the fire made her sleep on longer than she intended. The cub inside slept too safe and cosy for now. 

Lisa had fallen into an uneasy sleep her unborn child lay heavily in her womb, restless and uneasy too. Lisa’s dreams were full of fierce mobs carrying torches and chanting “kill the witch.” She saw herself running,scared from the mob her child,born in the dream ,clutched to her chest.

As she ran she felt the stones and brambles cutting her bare feet and legs. She was aware she was bleeding from inside,hot blood running down her legs. 

Panic engulfed Lisa as she could feel the mob gaining on her. Faster she ran then suddenly she felt the ground give way beneath her feet as fell through a hidden opening covered by branches and leaves. 

As she fell Lisa screamed she was dashed and bashed against rocks and finally the floor of the cavern. She heard a cheer go up from the mob. They were baying like animals. Then she heard a man’s voice shout, “right, return to the village leave the witch and her bastard to die.”

Slowly Lisa’s eyes became accustomed to the light of the cavern. There was a reddish light about the cave and it was full of staligtites and staligmites, the floor was hard, she was hurt and freezing and there was no escape. Worst of all her baby’s limp broken body was cold and dead. Lisa knew there was not hope, if she did not die of her wounds the Vampires or the warewolves would finish her off.

Anger and pain filled and she screamed and screamed…

She was awoken by the she wolf nuzzling her.As she came to and got her breath the wolf morphed into a woman. Rachel took Lisa into her arms and let her cry until she slept again.

An hour later Lisa awoke and found Rachel still holding her. The white witch and the warewolf discussed Lisa’s dream. Through  tears Lisa told Rachel how the village people hated her, though they were glad enough to let her heal them when they chose. 

She wept for her baby until Rachel pointed out she was still pregnant and vivid as her dream had been it was just a dream.Rachel made them both some herbal tea, under Lisa’s instruction ) and reassured Lisa that she would protect her and the unborn child,and Lisa promised the same for Rachel and her’s

Later Lisa laid in her bed with Rachel curled up on floor by the fire in her wolf’s form, both females uneasy after Lisa’s dream.Lisa praying to Gia to help her and Rachel pleading to the moon that Mathew would seek them out. Both fearing that this was not a dream but a profecy.

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See previous chapters

  HereAnd here and here

Musicalmarch Day 19. RIP Chuck Berry.

Our Blog Sis Ritu at  But  I smile anyway has come up with another challenge for us this month Musicalmarch.

Ritu  said  : “Nothing too serious or tedious.Just a chance to share some songs! If you fancy posting a song for any reason this March, tag it #musicalmarch

A link to Ritu’s post.

Today is Day 19 of #musicalmarch and as Chuck Berry died yesterday I thought I would honour him .If I am honest he was not my cup of tea, even I am too young for his era. That said I can truly appreciate he was a sea change in music he was a black man in a white man’s world.. bad dark days. He was brilliant he was amazing. He died at the age of 90yrs.

God bless and sleep well Chuck Berry.

SONG Lyric Sunday: As Tears Go By.

Helen Espinoa’s sister, Lorrie  (dlrands) who is hosting Sunday Song lyric for her said : our theme for Song Lyric Sunday is to post your favorite cover song.


So I put on my thinking cap and came up with this song originally the Rolling Stones in fact written my Jagger and Richards under the pen names of Nanker and Pledge. The song is, As tears go by.


Now the cover and more well known version is by Marianne Faithful one time girlfriend of Mick Jagger. She was a singer and also an actress

 Her version as a young woman is so sweet and pure, sweeter and purer than her life and very profectic. 

“As Tears Go By”

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me
I sit and watch
As tears go by
My riches can’t buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch
As tears go by
It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doin’ things I used to do
They think are new
I sit and watch
As tears go by

Here she is singing as a much older woman at Stockholm Music and Arts August 3rd 2012 the voice no longer pure and sweet, is husky, harsh and full of a life lived to excess. 

My favourite of the three. . hard to say of the two covers even harder but I think each has it’s own merits!  Happy Sunday everyone 💝

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