K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Open

For visually challenged writersthe image shows an entranceway in amongst some stone walls to a bright green garden.

Open – Image by KL Caley.

Morgarna has a lot to sort out in this episode let’s hope she does it to everyone’s satisfaction.

Open

Once inside Morgarna switched on her torch looking around she saw no outward signs of a hidden door in the wall or floor so she moved methodically along the walls tapping them finally she heard the hollow sound she was searching. Shining her torch on the panel she fiddled with it until finally she got it to open. Stepping through the door she could feel the cold draft, thankful that her torch was the windup type, that could be used in any timeline or situation, and did not depend on batteries or flame. She shut the panel behind her and followed the tunnel up hill surrounded by dark and silence.


It took Morgarna a good twenty minutes to make the uphill journey to the house and it was with quite some relief that she arrived at the end of the tunnel and the door that led to the library. Listening carefully Morgarna could hear heated voices on the other side of the door. Listening intently she could hear two male voices, one was Percival Devereau and the other was a solicitor. They were having a heated argument , the solicitor was not happy at Percival wanted the wills rewritten in his favour, disinheriting Tarquin Devereau and his family completely.
“Look Johnson, I employ you , I pay your fees. If I say write my nephew Tarquin out of the will that is what I you to do!” Percival’s voice had risen and as he finished he slammed something breakable down on a table or desk and Morgarna heard it smash!
” I won’t do this, I would rather be ruined and go to the poor house than do this heinous thing for you Sir” the solicitor replied.
He must have left the room as there was the loud slam of the Library door.
Then the sound of Percival chair scraping as he got up to follow, ” God Damn it man do not walk out on me” There was another slam then complete silence.


Morgarna held her breath and counted to ten then slowly she opened the door and went into the Library.
It was empty, a large but cosy room a huge fire burned in the grate, there was a smashed glass on the wooden floor and the remains of the whiskey ran across the floor.
Morgarna was cold, so she slipped into the fireside chair, poured herself a large brandy from the decanter and lit one of Percival Havana cigars!
After finishing her Brandy Morgarna looked in her bag and found her notes again.
Page 5 : The Last Will and Testament of Cormoran Devereau will be found in the secret compartment of the Queen Anne writting table in the Library. The said Will is in an envelope, sealed with a dated wax seal and signed and witnessed.


Squinting slightly, either from concentration , smoke from the cigar clamped between her teeth or the three Brandys she’d helped herself to, possibly all three or then again she may of just needed the loo! Morgarna fiddle with the lock with her nail file. Finally the lock clicked and Morgarna ran her fingers along beneath the drawers until she found the button that opened the secret compartment.
Reaching inside she took out the sealled envelope, dropped it into her bag then she closed up the writing desk.
Just as she was about to leave the Library the way she entered Percival entered dragging a frightened Johnson after him. The three of them all stared at each other.


Morgarna spoke first, cigar still firmly clenched in her teeth. “Percy, have I got news for you old man? Mr Johnson it’s very providential that you are here we need a solicitor. “
Sir Percival, bristling with indignation and shock, stammered , “Who, who arrr , are you Madam and what are you doing in my Library?”
Morgarna winked at Johnson and blew smoke in Percival’s face as she passed him, making him cough!
She poured herself the last of the Brandy and took a sip. Percival almost choked as he watched her.
“Glass of water Percy ?” she asked offering him a glass. “You can call me Ms LeFey and you Mr Johnson can call me Morgarna” she smiled at the solicitor who immediately relaxed and smiled back.


“So Miss LeFey what are you doing in my Library” demanded Percival trying to tower over her. It seemed the more he pulled himself up the more Morgana towered over him. Looking him in the eye she said, ” Firstly Percy it’s not Miss, it’s Ms, and I am here to scuppa your evil plans to steal your nephew’s home from him, he looked after your brother, his father. What have you done apart from squander the family fortunes?”

Percival visibly bristled at this and picking up some papers from the fireside table, turning he sneered at Morgarna. “I think you will find Mssss LeFey that this Will says that I am the sole heir to my brother’s fortune.” saying that he rang the Butlers bell and then he continued, ” my father always said I would get the fortune”
Just then the Butler entered the room, Percival spun round to face him ,”Ah! Bainbridge, could you call the Peelers , this woman here has broken in to my house and is threatening me! “
Morgarna smiled, keep your powder dry she thought to herself, smiling as she felt the envelope in her bag. She took another draw on her cigar and blew it into Percival’s eyes.


The Police arrived and despite Sir Percival’s protestations when Morgarna produced the sealed, signed and date Will and Mr Johnson had verified it. Percival Devereau was arrested and despite his protestations was taken away.


There was jubilation among the servants and the gardeners when the news got round that Percival had been arrested. Sir Percival was not a pleasant man to work for whereas Tarquin Devereau was renown as a fair employer who cared about the welfare of his staff.


Morgarna and Mr Johnson walked down to the den in the grounds to give the Devereau family the good news of Percival’s lawful removal. Morgarna stayed long enough to see the family safely reinstall in their rightful home and then she bade them all farewell and headed off to find the Anomaly, which to her mind was long overdue!
Walking along by the walled garden she again sensed she was being followed. “Is that you Wills Hun? ” she called over her shoulder?”
“Yes Morgarna it is” came the young man’s reply. “I wanted to thank you again for all your help “
Smiling Morgarna replied, ” Young man you are going to be very important one day just remember to be fair and kind to everyone!” Lighting a cigar she had helped herself to from Percival’s stock she winked at young William. Suddenly she lent forward and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Open – Image by KL Caley

Just then as they stood at the opening to a beautiful walled garden the Anomaly appeared. Running her hand across Wills
open lips she jumped for the anomaly saying as she went “remember what I said Wills” and she was gone.
Leaving Wills thinking he’d never ever forget Morgarna.

This is part of K.L. Caley’s #writrphoto

#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 270 #PhotoPrompt

This challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. D. L. Finn provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

This week we have been given a beautiful photo to write an Ekphrastic poem. These beautiful Dolphins who inhabit our oceans, sadly we are not taking care of our planet or our Dolphin brothers and sisters. Here are my questions and apologies to them. The form I have used is a double Etheree.

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TRUE BLUE

How
long have
We known you
You live better
Kinder lives than us
Your world is filled with blue
A gentle blue, full of truth
Your song fills the oceans with joy
Truly you are God’s favoured creatures
Are we jealous or just indifferent.

To capture you and put you on display.
God hangs his head at our behaviour.
He made us all in his image.
Why, do we litter the seas
Ignorant to your plight
We still carry on
One day we’ll find
The sea dead
And you
Gone.

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THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY

K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Kites

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a pavilion with people flying kites around it.

Kites – Image by KL Caley

THIS IS PART OF K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Kites.

This week Morgarna and Merlin have a seriously ill Morgause to deal with, will they get help from Vivianne, the Lady of the Lake? Let’s see how they get on.

Photo by Brady Knoll on Pexels.com

Morgarna looked at Morgause as she lay wrapped in Merlin’s cloak on a bed of furs. ….”What the hell are playing at Mers why have you bought her here, surely she’d be better off at the lab? “
Merlin raised a hand to silence her, ” She just fell deeper in to this coma, I did everything I knew, modern science, medicine and ancient magic nothing works, nothing! “
Morgarna reached out and touched Morgause’s forehead it was stone cold and so pale.
“But why here, why Avalon? Are you hoping your old flame will resurface and help you “
“No you look ” it was the voice of a woman, it was Vivianne. Morgarna stood back as the Lady of the lake approached.


Morgarna was sitting outside the arrival of Vivianne had really shocked her as had the transformation of the ruins back to their former glory of the days of Avalon.
She was smoking a cigarette and drinking the last of her emergency supply of Bacardy and Coke.
Never thought we’d see her again she mused to herself, then she jumped as she heard Merlin’s voice in her head … “Shut up Morgana, shut up!”
It was twilight and the mainland had disappeared and sitting out by the entrance to the castle Morgarna felt alone swimming in time and space …to her surprise she was afraid….What if Morgause died?…. No , no she was immortal, what if she never woke up? What if Vivianne bewitched Merlin again and he deserted her….what if?
As she lit another cigarette Vivianne appeared at her side. “So many what ifs Morgarna, your’ll give yourself a headache thinking like that! “
Morgarna look at Vivianne, most senior of sorceresses, an original, older and more black than herself. She was so beautiful, with her blonde hair, eyes of Lapis Lazuli and willowy figure all who looked upon her were bewitched.
“But not you child, nor Merlin for that matter for you are both almost my equals”
“It’s rude to read my mind” Morgana pouted, “it’s not on!”
“Well don’t make it so easy! Child come we have work to do”.
Morgarna put out her cigarette with her heel and the two women went back inside the castle. “I see you still have more bad habits than good” Vivianne’s voice echoed inside Morgarna’s head.


The three sorcerers worked all night making a potion, Vivianne very much in charge but to Morgarna’s surprise she was much kinder than she remembered.
Finally after three days of preparation, days in which Morgarna had tended to her sister and had not left her side to eat or sleep , Vivianne announced that the treatment was ready.
Taking a goblet full of the liquid from her cauldron she flicked it around the room. The droplets were like shooting stars, they lit the room in gold, silver and red. They hissed and sparkled and they all joined as a crown around Morgause’s head.
Vivienne then poured the rest of the liquid in to Morgause’s mouth. Her whole body changed colour and she shook from head to foot.
Then Morgause’s body rose above their heads and spun violently gaining speed until she was just a blur.
“Now” screamed Vivianne to Morgarna, who opened a large black box with a white pentangle drawn on all sides. ‘Get ready to catch her Merlin your’ll need magic the speed she’s moving at.’
Morgause’s mouth opened and a high pitched scream came from deep inside her. It got louder and louder until it was ear splitting.
Then there was a blinding flash and out of Morgause’s mouth flew six screaming shadows, Morgarna held the box up and after much fighting finally they were all were caught and Morgarna slammed the lid reciting an ancient sealing spell.
As soon as the shadows were sealed in the box Merlin started to chant a spell and threw a net of stars at Morgause , gently he slowed her down and then he reeled her in.


For the next three days Morgause slept but now she slept real healing sleep not the evil undead coma the that the shadows had held her in .
Finally she awoke and it was decided that she would stay with Vivianne in Avalon for a while to recover.
That evening all four of them boarded Vivianne’s boat and as the moon rose they sailed out to the middle of the lake. Merlin hurled the box into the lake, immediately Excalibur leaped out of the lake and into Vivianne’s hands, she waved it around invoking the powers for good to keep the shadows of evil, prisoners for eternity.


As the boat made its way back to Avalon the Anomaly appeared in the sky… “Looks like it your time to go ” said Morgause, “Indeed it is” said Vivianne.
And so Merlin and Morgarna jumped!.


It was early dawn as they stood in the park near their lab. They looked up the hill towards the pavilion on top of the hill, they were both exhausted and greatful to be just a five minute walk from home. “Will she be okay ” asked Morgarna. “Of course with the lady of the lake caring for her she will be fine.”
“I guess” Morgause replied.
Then Merlin froze, “Shit, Morgs are those more shadows” looking up the hill to the shilouette of the pavilion.

Kites – Image by KL Caley

“No babes it just three guys flying kites! Come on babes I need a fry up and your on kitchen duties ” said Morgarna lighting a cigarette and heading for home !

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto. Fairy.

Morgarna arrived at the castle at 6am on the morning before she arrived the first time. Standing in the early morning sunshine she had a cigarette , she had decided to have one before she put the dress on, for safety reasons.
Feeling lazy she decided to fly up to the window and pass through it rather than use normal means. Well why have powers if you never use them she asked herself.


Once inside Morgarna put the dress on and was amazed that it was amazingly comfortable and warm. She liked the way it made her feel plus the way it drew itself in to fit her.
Across the room there was a vase of flowers, she walked across and helping herself to some of the flowers she made herself a headdress.
Taking out her phone she checked her instructions again.
According to what Merlin had found in the ancient woodland lore tomes he’d been studying, she had to enlist the help of the woodland Fae. This was a huge relief to her because she had had plenty of dealings with these guys through out her long and complicated life.


At 10am when the castle opened to the public she cast a spell to disguise her thoughts, sheild her brain and keep her smiling and vacant so as not to alert the shadows to her presence.
A soon as she left the room she could here the same buzzing she’d heard the other day, alerting her to the fact that the shadows were there and to be extra careful.
Passing the crown on the window ledge Morgarna shivered and the though of Morgause being attacked and wondered if she was recovering.
People were coming up the stairs their faces fixed in their Zombie like smiles. In among them the shadows were moving, touching and feeling people as they went, and even killing some as they passed, eating their hearts. Sickened as she was Morgarna carried on greeting the guests and walking through and ignoring the shadows.


The sun was up and it was a beautiful day as Morgarna headed towards the woods at the bottom of the hill she felt almost relax at the thought of meeting old friends.
Looking around and ensuring she had not been followed she entered the wood. Switching on her phone she followed the GPs trail Merlin had preloaded. It was a twisty, turny trail and it took her deep into the wood. Half an hour later she arrived at a perfect circle of tall trees.
Morgarna breathed in, as she stepped into the circle she felt her body relax and her dress bristled and bloomed!


Once inside the circle Morgarna could relax, she was invisible to everyone and everything outside of it. The sun through the trees warmed her and she looked up. After a few seconds her eyes found the small blue door.

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a huge tree with a small blue fairy door on it.

Fairy – Image by KL Caley.

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Picking up a handful of stones she threw them up at the door. This she repeated twice more.
The door finally flew open and the most gorgeous and perfectly proportioned young man stood hands on hips. His voiced boomed out, which was quite a surprise because he was all of three inches tall.
“Oye! Watch my paint work! Who do you think you are all dressed up like a forest? “
Morgarna smiled and answered, “It’s me Tom, don’t you recognize me?”
Jumping down Tom landed on a tree stump right by Morgarna, “Is that you Morgarna? I’d know that voice anywhere….and that beautiful face too” he added as he ducked her hand that had gone up to swipe him.
“So what brings you here?” Tom asked. Morgarna sat down so they were sort of at eye level. ” I am here to ask your help with the alien shadows Tom, have you seen them?” she asked . “Indeed I have and nasty evil things they are” he replied shivering. “But Morgarna why do you call them alien … They are just evil spirits of the undead”
Morgarna was about answer him when she saw three shadows approaching, she froze and went pale remembering what they had done to Morgause. Tom read her mind, “Calm down Morgarna they cannot enter here nor can they see or hear us”
Even so Morgarna sat stock still and watched as the shadows circled around the magic ring. Eventually they moved off.


Later that evening all the tree Fae returned and were delighted to see Morgarna, who had shrunk to their size. Behind the blue door they discussed and modified the plan Merlin had devised for the dispatching of the shadows.
Later Morgarna sat out on a branch under the moon having a cigarette and and a large glass of Old Witch Shiraz…. Tom came to join her he put his arm around her and the air went electric!…..

This is part of K. L.Caley’s #writephoto.

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 251, #ShareYourDay

WELCOME TO #TANKATUESDAY!

Colleen asks us are you ready to try a new challenge? #ShareYourDay is a way to get to know each other better. Take a photo and write a syllabic poem about your day. Don’t think on it too hard. Make it fun.

For this challenge, write your poem in one of the forms defined on the cheat sheet OR from the forms found on Poetscollective.org.

I have chosen to try The Sijo, I hope it is an acceptable form. A Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation.

There are three Lines in the Sijo
14-16 syllables per line
A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

My Sijo is a contemplation of those at war brought on by warmth and beauty in my kitchen. I was inspired by some of the flowers brought for me by our sons and grandsons on Mother’s Day.

Flowers in my Kitchen

Beautiful flowers in my kitchen, brightening my day.
Bringing hope and happiness on a dull and windy morning.
Safe in the heart of my home, I pray for peace for those at war.

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33 words
44 syllables.

This is part of Colleen’s Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday’s Poetry Challenge.

K.L. Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Dress.

The next chapter in The 3 Ms adventure. For K.L.Caley’s #writephoto

The woosh stopped right outside the door, Morgarna lifted her left hand and whispered some strange words making Morgause disappear. Then she took two more drags on her cigarette before stamping it out on the floor. She stood facing the door as the shadows rushed in and surrounded her.


Morgarna could feel their hands reaching inside of her and she could hear everyone of their murderous thoughts…… Suddenly she felt so chilled and oddly light headed , she could feel herself drifting out of conciseness. Just as she decided all was lost and that all her magic had deserted her she felt two familure hands around her chest pulling her backwards.


As her eyes became accustomed to the light after the dark of the celler she made out Merlin in the corner gentle pouring a potion down Morgause’s throat.
“Is she okay” she asked quietly, taking in her surroundings she realised they were back at the lab.
“Yup ” replied Merlin ” it looks like I got you both out just in time, thanks to you using the panic button just in time!”
Morgarna shivered “I am so cold those shadows had their hands right inside me and their thoughts invaded my head, I was slipping Merls honest I was! ” Morgarna held on to the worktop feeling weak.
“Drink this” snapped Merlin pushing a cup towards her.
Morgarna grabbed it and took a couple of long swiggs of the steaming liquid. ” Is this what your giving Morgause?” She asked feeling the warmth flowing through her veins.
Merlin laughed, ” I am not wasting good potion on you , no it is black coffee laced with brandy and cream”


Later while Morgause slept peacefully , Merlin and Morgarna sat in the kitchen eating curry they discussed their next move. Tearing of some naan bread Merlin said, ” I am sorry Morgs Hun , I had no idea what I was sending you into the instructions simply said… Trouble at Barnard Castle , run on eye tests and lots of shadows? “
Morgarna took a sip of her wine, ” I see so really there was no sense in that, that things were lethal? … Is Margause going to be okay, it was touch and go back there. “
“It was and is, Morgause is going to take a while to come round let alone recover. I should never of let her join you she is still a medieval sourceress at heart. I really put her in danger….. And you of course” Merlin added the last bit when he saw the look on Morgarna’s face.
Putting down her knife, to Merlin’s relief, Morgarna half smiled. “It’s okay I know how she can wrap anyone round her finger and she can get you to do anything she wants” putting up her hand to silence Merlin who was about to defend himself she continued. “Yes she is a total anathema, we have had centuries to adapt where as she just Jumped impulsively into our time line before I could stop her! “
” But she is a danger to herself and us ” they both said together.


After they had eaten they sat up long into the night working on their laptops and several magic books until at 5am Merlin shouted “Morgs here I have found it , in this book of spells believe it or not!”
Morgarna wandered across, ” Well what’s the plan then? “
“I think the best thing is you go back to the day you arrived but this time you’ll set down in the castle. Before Morgause joined you.” “Tell me Merlin” Morgarna interrupted, “why did Morgarna arrive as a crab ??”
Taking a deep breath Merlin ignored her and continued, this is the plan” he said handing her, her phone, and guess what Morgs you’ll be wearing this!

Dress – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a traditional ballgown made of leaves and foliage.

Wordless Wednesday. Ruby.

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K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Descend

Today is Thursday and it’s time for K.L.s #writephoto. Last week we left Morgarna and Morgause in danger….and somehow I don’t think that they are out of it yet!

Morgarna’s breath caught in her throat, she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. To her horror Morgause was surrounded by six shadows all of them with their hands deep inside her body.
“Explain who you are or this being dies” The voice was coming from inside her head rather than through her ears. Telepathic she thought to herself. “Yes” replied the voice, “and only the truth will do.”
Searching the faces of the shadows Morgarna made contact with the owner of the thoughts.
“I am Morgan Le Fay , and you hold my kinswoman Morgause we are sourceresses , immortals and we travel time”
The shadow looked shocked and signaled to its kind to release Morgause, which they did. Morgause let out a scream and fell to the floor.
“You have magic powers?” The leader spoke. “Indeed I do” replied Morgarna, “and so does my sister there but I hold more powers than she “
Morgarna crossed the floor and retrieved the crown from the prone Morgause and put it back on the window ledge.
The buzzing began again and all the humans went back into their dreamy happy trance.
The shadows looked at Morgarna they were unsure as to how strong her powers were. Then all at once they rushed towards her screaming! Taking a half step back Morgarna held her hand up and said a stopping spell…..her other hand, hid behind her back had all her fingers firmly crossed.
The shadows were held mid air silent, eyes staring and mouths wide open. Sensing there were more shadows approaching Morgarna, pulled a bottle of water out of her bag and poured it unceremonially over Morgause’s face.
“What ? Argh! What are you doing …” Morgause complained bitterly but Morgarna had no time for this, she grabbed her sister and dragged her towards the doors and stairs towards the nearest exit. Not an easy job now that deleriously happy humans were all just milling around.


Outside in the gardens Morgause started to shiver “Hang on Morgs I don’t feel too good. ” She moaned and to be fair Morgarna could see that she looked even paler and colder that normal. ” Those shadows, they had their hands inside me and now I am cold and so weak , I don’t think I can move far.”

Descend – Image by KL Caley.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows some stone steps spiralling down into a dark opening.


Looking around Morgarna felt her cool slipping into panic … something she was definitely not used to! Then she spotted some stone steps spiralling down into a dark opening. “Oh! Come on she said let’s get down there perhaps we can rest up for a bit and maybe get hold of Merls.

Slowly and carefully Morgarna helped Morgause down the steps and into a rather chilly , damp passage . The two of them followed the passage to what looked like a room of sorts , digging in her bag again she found her cloak and wrapped Morgause up in it. Then as Morgause drifted off Morgarna lit a cigarette and got her mobile out. She pressed the red button on the side and crossed her fingers that Merlin would answer her distress call soon. As she took a second drag on her cigarette she heard the woosh of shadows in the passage! ……

#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE. EXPHRASTIC#photoprompt.

Selma and Colleen selected the painting for this week’s Ekphrastic#photoprompt. It’s a Degas and you can read more about it HERE.

Remember, we can see what’s in the image, so write your poem using the image as an inspiration. Don’t just describe what you see in the image. Think about metaphor and allegory. Just remember to check which form you’re using. Some of the Japanese forms frown upon the use of metaphors. This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing, inspired by visual art.

I chose to write an Abhanga. The Abhanga is written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry. It is not the ordinary Russian people’s fault that they are lied to by their government and media. This is what I have tried to express in my poem .

Our piece of Art is.

Title: Russian Dancers
Artist: Edgar Degas (French, Paris 1834–1917 Paris)
Date: 1899 via https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/

DON’T TRUST PUTIN

Whirl and stamp, heel, toe high
Stamp those boots, drown out lies.
Hear truth before it dies
Don’t trust Putin.

Mother Russia blushes
Her Boots are made to stamp
Ukraine caught in her clamp
Don’t trust Putin.

Don’t listen to the news
Open your eyes, look
The man’s an evil crook
Don’t trust Putin.

PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY.

#WRITEPHOTO Anniversary Edition – Crown.

Here we are one year on since K.L. took on the running of #writephoto from our Sue Vincent. Well done K.L. we are most grateful to you

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a golden crown adorned with jewels and pearls. Behind this are windows with views across the countryside.

Crown – Image by KL Caley.

Morgarna looked around and as the owner was busy discussing Gold Fish with a young mum and her toddler. A quick double check to see if there was any CCTV, and more importantly no shadows, there were not, so she dipped her hand into the tank and scooped Morgause out!
Instantly she touched the floor Morgause changed back into her real self. “I’ll never get used to this” said Morgause running her hands down her clothes. “How can I be soaking one sec and then dry as a bone the next”
Morgarna whispered, “you’ll get used to it, come on we can’t hang about in here. With all this water on the floor the owner will get suspicious! ” Then quick as a flash she was manhandling Morgause out of the shop before there were any awkward questions.
Outside on the street Morgause, shivered … funny she thought it’s really cold even though it’s a fine summer’s day the temperature was almost artic! “You feel it too, don’t you?” Morgarna asked, Morgause knodded.


There was a coffee shop back on the main street and the unusually dressed women ducked in for coffee and cake. Morgarna ordered a black Americano and Morgause had a hot chocolate …her latest favourite drink of the twentieth first century!
The two sat by the window and looked up to the castle, “can you hear that buzzing Morgarna” asked quietly.
“I can and I can see the undead as they mingle around the people” Morgause replied.
Morgarna smiled a huge smile and hissed, “Yes just keep smiling and ignore them especially if they approach or touch you, I’m not sure they are undead, I believe they are alien, make sure you look happy and use a total mind block so they can’t read you!”
Just aftet she warned Morgause two shadowy figures approached them probing them both deeply, both women smiled and carried on chatting about nothing in particular.
The figures exchanged glances and moved on to the next table where one removed a small child from its pushchair and after ripping it in half proceeded to suck out it’s life’s blood and essence.
No one, not even the mother took the slightest notice of the blood and gore or the child’s screams.
Morgarna’s smile widened, she channelled her thoughts directly to her sister, ‘ steady they must not know you noticed anything! Be brave Morga we’ve got this! ‘
They finished their drinks and headed off to towards the castle.
Morgause’s phone pinged , she jumped and said to Morgarna “I will never get used to that mobile thingy what does it want now! ” She took it from her pocket and said, “it’s a WhatsAppy thing from Merls, it says look for the crown.”


An hour later the two were on the upper floor of the castle, the buzzing now was so painful that Morgarna and Morgause’s ears hurt. They were still surrounded by shadows but in the main ignored.
Morgause saw it first , on the window ledge , a beautiful golden crown beset with opals.
Before Morgarna could stop her she had flown across the room and picked it up! “It’s beautiful just like the one Gueniver had …look Morgarna”
Too late Morgana’s eyes screamed “Noooo” but it was too late, the buzzing stopped, the humans all suddenly lost their smiles and every shadow in the room turned to stare at Morgarna and Morgause seeing them fully for the first time.

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

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