Seriously, Another Year.

Death sat alone in an empty pub, everywhere he went this happened, he’d come in everyone else would leave. Such a shame he thought sipping his pint and watching it drip right through to the carpet….. so embarrassing!

The door flew open with an almighty gust of wind blowing in dust and tumble weed, very unusual for Brixton. Three hooded and cloaked figures entered “Hey man this is a step up from that coffee bar we met in last time” shouted Plague as he sat down and picked up the lager death had ordered for him on the pub app. “How have you been ” asked Death.

“Actually I have been so busy, as busy as you mate, yup it’s been a great couple of years! “

Famine sat down to his Guinness, the food on his plate turn to mush as he breathed on it. “Cheers Death I’m starving and parched.”.

Death nodded as War came in the sound of fighting and gunshot could be heard from the street, hi big man I’ve been busy too handy with Plague here, grabbing all the headlines I can do loads of damage.

Death moved his sythe and war jumped up waiving an AK-47 at him, Death gave him a withering look and said, “Don’t threaten me, you’ll only come off worse! ” War sat down.

“Tell me” asked Famine whose poked Mother Nature she’s in a foul mood, floods, fires, earthquakes, record hurricanes and tornadoes, not to mention climate change. Is she joining us today. ”

“No” Death replied “She’s too busy fighting back, sick of these humans leaching off of her. She sent you her regards Plague and says you’re doing a great job.”

The unfortunate barman came across to the table when Death beckoned to him, “Another round young man and packet of crisps for my friend Famine here! “

The barman, was all at once exhausted, ready for a fight, starving and showing all the main symptoms for covid, returned to the bar and poured these oddly unquieting customers their drinks. As he came back he tripped on Famine’s shopping nearly spilling the drinks. ” Mind the toilet rolls ” Famine snapped. The other three turned and looked at him and as one asked “Seriously”

As they left the barman collapsed, a riot broke out on the streets of Brixton, all the food shops, even Waitrose had their shelves cleared by starving people. Death sighed and set to collecting the dead , a never ending task which pained him. Suddenly his mobile rang

“Hello God here, I see you are all there”

“Yes we’ve been here a while Sir.”

“I know, I suppose you want an apocalypse now?”

“Not really Sir”

“Well you’re not really giving me much choice are you?”

“And a happy New Year to you too Sir”

Death turned his phone off and headed back to the pub, when he arrived it was packed .

#WRITEPHOTO – THE RETREAT

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a beautifully lit retreat with large windows overlooking a little pond and a decking area. Twinkling lights surround the pond.

The Retreat – Image by KL Caley.

Dinner over, Morgana sat on the sofa cigarette in one had and a Bacardi and coke in the other T.V. on , her eyes were feeling rather heavy, all that screen work she thought to herself as she drifted off.
Morgause relieved her of her drink and cigarette and covered her with the fleecy blanket she had taken out of the toy box and slipped a hot water bottle next to her to keep her cosy. Merlin looked up from the floor where he was surrounded by wrapping paper and asked. “Oh! is Morgs a tad tired give her a shove I fancy a game of charades.”
“No” relied Morgause “she’s exhausted, she had to work really hard sorting that frozen virus it took her ages” Stepping away from her sleeping sister she took a drag of the cigarette, this made her cough “goodness knows what she sees in these things” she said throwing it into the fire, she then took a large swig of the Bacardi, “That’s better” she said sitting down next to Merlin, “let’s play”.


Morgana was fast be asleep as Morgause and Merlin played charades. She was exhausted but her brain was not relaxed enough to sleep peacefully so she drifted into a dream.
She found herself standing on some decking by a pond surrounded by twinkling fairy lights. It was winter and a tad chilly, so she made her way towards what looked like a cosy lodge type building.

Inside it was warm and cosy. Morgarna curled herself up in a huge armchair by the fire. A handsome waiter asked if he could get her anything. She asked him for a hot chocolateand Brandy.

a warm cosy fire
chocolate to kill the chill
and warm the spirit.

Now Morgana fell into a deep sleep, content and happy. In her mind she was in a cosy retreat safe from any jobs Merlin might have up his sleeve or any tricks her mischievous sister might be about to play on her. This was bliss the perfect place to rest.


“Get off me ” Someone was shaking Morgana she opened her eyes expecting to see the cosy surroundings she had fallen asleep in. Instead Merlin and Morgause were looking at her.
“Come on sleepyhead you’ve had a couple of hours kip. We’re off to the pub for a lock in and you’re coming too.” Merlin smiled, “You can’t sleep all Christmas!”
“Are we going in your car” asked Margarna sleepily. “No we are not” replied Merlin “I’ve only just got it fixed after you trashed it for me!”
Reluctantly Morgana dragged her mind back to the reality she was living in at the moment, put on some lippy, lit a cigarette and said, “okay let’s get this party started! “

THIS IS PART OF K.L.CALEY’S #WRITEPHOTO.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 90 (ART) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Nature paints a picture daily
Rainbow of colours blown apart
Thrown upon the alter of art
Sping blossom bounces in gayly
Her pastel colours sway palely
Summer sails in all green and blue
Autumn’s russet and golden too.
Winter comes with a frozen lakes
Silver frosts and dainty snowflakes.
Our landscape refreshes daily.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA CHALLENGE.

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