K.L.Caley’s#writephoto. Tractor.


For visually challenged writers, the image shows a red tractor about to head into the early morning fog.

Tractor – Image by KL Caley

This is our prompt for K.L. Caley’s#writephoto Tractor. This week finds Morgarna in dire straits, with Merlin and Gail jumping to her aid. While the alien Entity is busy causing havoc in the past and present!


They landed by the river, further along they could see shadows of trees which the fog is starting to blur. “Oh! My it’s so cold here Merlin where are we”
“We’re in the North of England” Merlin replied getting out his special compass , two miles from the village and it looks like Morgarna is not far either. Let’s head towards the village and see what we can find out. Now don’t say too much and follow my lead”
The two set off into the fog.

In the Dungeon, John was listening opened mouthed as Morgarna explain how she came to be in this filthy hole with him.

John was shocked at what Morgarna had to say, he told her he had not left the dungeon since he had been thrown in here after waking up from the beating he’d received from the man who looked just like him .
“That’s the point John I believe the
man who beat you senseless , the man you saw kill Annette is not a man, he is not of this world, he is a shapshifter. ” Morgarna paused she could see that John had no comprehension of what she was saying, that made her feel better because this guy was truly just plain John.
Morgarna was going to say more when the dungeon door opened and two guards entered , they pushed John to one side and one grabbed Morgarna by the hair while the other one unlocked the chain that shackled her to the floor.
“Come on Missie there’s big plans for you!” He laughed.
“Where are you taking her ” cried John . ” Never mind lad you have enough to worry about there’s a man with a rope waiting for you.”
As they dragged Morgarna through the door she shouted over her shoulder ” don’t worry John I am here to help ” though if she was honest right at that moment she was not sure if she could help anyone.

Gail was really glad she had chosen one of Morgarna’s fur cloaks it was warm and cosy against the fog. As they went along Merlin explained a few things about how she would find conditions in the village so that she would not be too shocked by the place.
“I am so glad I have warm socks and boots on did you see those people who past us they had rags wrapped around their feet and they smelled like they’d not changed their clothes for a month!” Gail said wide eyed.
“They probably haven’t Gail, only the rich have shoes and cloak’s and even the richest will have nothing as useful as you are wearing. We will have to think of a good reason for your attire ..” Merlin finished abruptly . There were men on horseback approaching them.
“What ever is said or happens Gail follow my lead and keep quiet and I warn you now I may have to use some magic so don’t be shocked! “

Merlin and Gail crouched in the bushes while the riders circled around, “Michael are you sure you saw something…you know those surfs would not dare to be out after curfew”
“Aye milord, I was sure I did perhaps they are in the bushes sir shall I send the dogs in to pick up their scent?”
“Yes Michael do that and if you find them and the dogs have not torn then apart bring them up to the castle. Garth, William come you can escort me back now I want my supper a drink and a wench! “
As the lord and his two men rode off Michael whistled to his dogs. Two huge deer hounds thrashed through the bushes to his side.
“Find them boys and quick I’m cold and I want my supper too”
Gail looked at Merlin her eyes huge with fear. Merlin put his finger to his lip , he waved his other hand and before Gail’s eyes two steaks appeared. As the dogs came through the bushes Meriln threw the steaks to them as the dogs fought over the meat he took Gail by the waist and leap up into the branches of the nearest tree.
He put his hand on Gail’s mouth and smiled.
As Michael stood under the tree he sctetched his head ..” Well boys I guess I was wrong there’s no one here. Come on larksphere, here arrow there’s no one here, Now Boys” he shouted.
Both dogs came to heel looking very happy and contented. “Well you two look happy did you get a rabbit, well I am starving come on let’s go ” As he mounted his horse he looked over his shoulder one last time , shrugged his shoulders before riding off with the two contented dogs following behind.

“I think” said Merlin as he lifted Gail down from the tree “we need to visit the castle …I bet your bottom dollar that is where Morgarna is.”

Morgarna really could not get her head around what was going on. She’d been manhandled from the dungeons right up into the garret , she was filthy and stank as bad as the guards… She was cold and her hands and feet were bound. The guards had taken her boots from her and her feet were frozen! Worst of all something was blocking her powers.
Looking out of window…no glass yet , the North wind howling round her she shivered and tears burnt her face.

Several hundred years in the future the entity that had stolen John’s body was emerging through a time crack. He/ it spotted an empty red tractor, engine running the driver was in bushes relieving himself. Changing into a human form the entity stole the tractor and made his merry way off towards the village.

Tractor – Image by KL Caley

Song Lyric Sunday: Following in Father’s footsteps. Following the dear old man.

Jim Adams

It’s Sunday again and time for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday. It’s November 6, 2022 – This week’s prompt is Songs from artists who have famous musician parents, suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II.

I have chosen Dhani Harrison son of George Harrison. Dhani is very much his father’s son.

Dhani Harrison (/ˈdæni/; born 1 August 1978) is a British musician, composer and singer-songwriter. He is the only child of George and Olivia Harrison. Dhani debuted as a professional musician assisting in recording his father’s final album, Brainwashed, and completing it with the assistance of Jeff Lynne after his father’s death in November 2001. Harrison formed his own band, thenewno2, in 2002 and has performed at festivals,

Harrison was born on 1 August 1978 at HRH Princess Christian’s Hospital in Windsor, Berkshire.[9] He grew up with his parents in Henley-on-Thames, in Friar Park, the estate on which his father had lived since 1970. His mother, Olivia Harrison, is an American of Mexican descent. One of Harrison’s earliest memories, from the age of six, is receiving a drumming lesson from his father’s friend and bandmate, “Uncle” Ringo Starr. He recalled that before the lesson, he had been an avid drummer. However, when Starr began to play, the loud noise frightened him so much that he ran out of the room screaming.

Harrison attended Dolphin School near Twyford, a Montessori method school, followed by Badgemore Primary School, Henley-On-Thames. He later attended Shiplake College, also near Henley, where he enrolled in the Combined Cadet Force, and showed a keen interest in rowing which continued into his later years.

Harrison is an alumnus of Brown University, where he studied industrial design and physics, earning a bachelor’s degree. Harrison pursued a career as a car designer at McLaren Automotive before deciding to follow in his father’s footsteps as a professional musician.

all information from Wikipedia

And here is Dad my favourite Beatle.

Happy Sunday Everyone 😊😊

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