The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 14, 2022

Its Saturday again and time for us all to join in Linda’s SoCs. The prompt is week is :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hat.” Use it literally or metaphorically. Have fun!

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He entered the bar, his hat down over one eye. He looked the part and he new it. She was sitting at the bar red dress red shoes and hat.
Mentally he threw his hat into the ring as he approached her and asked if could buy her a drink.
She smiled and accpected, “keep this under your hat” she whispered “I am looking for adventure.” Her eyes twinkled as she cocked her head to one side the brim of her hat framing her small face and huge eyes.
“Well” he said looking into her eyes “it so happens I am too!”
He ordered two whiskey and dry and she suductively ate some olives.
Someone put some music on the jukebox it was Hats off to Larry, followed by Wherever I lay my hat.
After they had finished their drinks she whispered in his ear, “I know a place we can go.”
“Now” he asked, a gleam in his eye, “yes” she winked.
Tipping his hat to the barman he took her arm, she looked amazing from the toes of her red stilettos to the curve of her dress to the red feather on her hat.
As they stepped out onto the street they both smiled and said together, “You can keep your hat on.” Then as fast as they could Mr and Mrs Day walked home.

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THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY.

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! ……

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

They say the journey, not the arrival is what matters. To travel hopefully rather than to arrive.
Where does the bridge go to/come from?

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a two-arched stone bridge stretching over a river. Traffic queues at one side waiting to cross. What will Morgarna find?

Bridge – Image by KL Caley

As Morgarna landed she took in the scene. She was perched up the hill looking down toward a riverside village and stone bridge. The place looked quiet and the weather was nice.
Taking her phone from her bag she was pleased to see it was working, it was, she was five years into the future. Next she looked at her notes.
Making her way down the hill she lit a cigarette and decided to find the nearest pub.
Crossing the bridge Morgarna noticed everyone was smiling and behaving perfectly. Even the children were extremely well behaved.
Definitely something amiss here, she thought to herself…what are these people on? have I landed in Stepford!
Morgana entered the first pub she came to, it was packed inside and out. Looking around she noticed everyone was indeed happy…delerious even.
At the bar she ordered a large Shiraz and went out into the garden.
After a while she could see that among “The Smiley Happy People” she could make out some really dark shadowy figures moving around touching and whispering in people’s ears.
Two approached Morgarna one put a willowy hand on her shoulder while the other whispered in her ear. “You are happy, you are so happy everything is perfect you are calm and all is well”
As Morgarna felt the first feelings of control sink into her she discretely threw a protective spell around herself. All she had to do now was bite her tongue, smile a lot, act daft and find out who was messing with the village.
“Are you happy Morgarna, are you relaxed?” the shadows asked. Morgana smiled and rolled her eyes “Yes I am indeed I am , I think I have another glass of Shiraz.”
On her way back to the bar Morgarna noticed one of the shadows had a young woman in it arms while another was reaching in to her chest and pulling out her heart. Her friends were unmoved by this scary spectacle.
Quickly Morgarna totally ignored what was happening and returned to her table in the garden to drink her Shiraz ….she smiled and lit another cigarette and pretend she was happy and unmoved! Inside she was extremely uncomfortable, she could not help the young woman now but if she kept her calm she could help those left.

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THIS IS PART OF K.L. Caley’s #writephoto.

#WRITEPHOTO – THE FROZEN LAKE and SNOWY PEAKS.

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

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a frozen lake with birds standing on the ice. At a defrosted section a group of birds gather.

A frozen lake with birds standing on the ice.
The Frozen Lake – Image by KL Caley

“OMG!” Morgause screamed “this is bloody freezing, what the f##k is going on. I’m wet, Morgarna where are you?”
“I am over here Sis out on the ice, the sexy looking seagull !” Morgarna shouted back.
Silence….. Morgause looked around and noticed for the first time that she was covered in white feathers! “What is going on , am I a swan? Morgarna what’s happening?”
“Yes Sis occasionally we shape shift and we never get any warning….it can be a pain! It usually helps us do whatever we are here for. Don’t complain about being a swan you’ve got lots of down to keep you warm…I am a chilly gull with spindly legs!” Morgarna shifted from foot to foot.
“Mummm! Hisssed Morgause I see what you mean …I think I suit these white feathers .”
Morgarna took a sharp intake of breath and took off to do a reccy.

“Do you see the problem here” Morgarna asked Morgause as she joined her high above the lake in the cold winter sky. The graceful swan and the soaring gull.
“Not really Sis, this is the perfect winter scene isn’t it?” Morgause replied.
“Yes indeed Sis if it were not for the fact we are the only creatures moving, nothing down there is stirring, not a bird, not an animal, not even a blade of grass. Infact everything is frozen.” Morgarna looked at Morgause.

The two sisters surveyed the frozen earth below and in the distance snowy peaks covered in snow and everything was still, no movement no life nothing.


“Do you think it’s a spell ” Morgause asked Morgarna as they circled above the frozen landscape. Morgarna shook her head …”I really am not sure Sis, it’s just so odd……time has frozen “
Then they spotted a building heavily camouflaged to blend in with the snow.
As they landed by the building they both morphed from Swan and Seagull into their human selves and they were relieved to find they were well dressed for the weather.


The two witches approached the building, their boots scrunching on the snow. The held their breath as the opened the door!

Hills surrounded by snow with the odd peice of long grass poking through here or there.
Snowy Peaks – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows hills surrounded by snow with the odd piece of long grass poking through here or there.

Also part of K.L.Caley’s#writephoto Snowy Peaks.


K.L Caley’s #writephoto: Shopping.

As the sun rose Morgarna had a good idea, from what Mother Stone had told her, what was possibly happening. So as the first glorious rays of dawn spread across the open landscape, of the as now untouched by the worst ravages of man and what is laughingly called civilization.
Morgarna reached across and ran her hand across Mother Stone’s surface and whispered, “Please don’t worry my friend who ever this is, I will find them and retrieve the object, but don’t worry whatever it is it is useless with out power or Google…..Don’t worry Mother by the time you wake again all will be sorted and I will be gone. Until we next meet ” Morgarna ran her hand across the stone and felt the knowledge of millennia wash through her.


As the settlement came into view Morgarna removed all her modern jewelry and from her leather bag she put on her celtic pieces.
No one took much notice of her as she had decided to cast a spell over herself to make her blend in and look familiar to everyone.
Making a few enquiries she discovered that the healer in the village was a woman, her name was Morgause.


It took all Morgarna’s composure to hide her surprise! but hide it she did.
So it was after a day of trading herbs and trinkets that Morgarna found herself knocking on Morgause’s door.


The two women looked at eachother across the threshold. One as dark as night the other as pale as day.
Morgarna broke the silence…. “Well hello *sister”

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“So what’s your game Sis” Morgarna snapped.
Morgause replied in Gaelic, but Morgarna was having none of that! “Cut the crap Hun it’s me not some sniveling peasant!” What have you brought here and why?”
“Me Sis, really” Morgause fained innocence. Morgarna lifted her hand and Morgause flew across the room and hit the wall.
“That’s not very sisterly Morgarna, you’ve still got a temper I see” said Morgause .
Morgarna raised her hand again and Morgause spat out, “it’s an iPhone 15.and it out of power now so there’s no harm!” Morgarna took a deep breath and and replied, ” but there is and you know it” Morgarna snapped. “So where is it now, you do realise it’s contaminating the time lines and Mother Stone is not sleeping soundly? “


Later, after retrieving the iPhone from an old Oak in the woods behind the hut. Morgarna and Morgause stood in a glade waiting for the Anomaly to arrive.
As it did Morgarna embraced her sister bade her fairwell and took the leap. Morgause laughed and took one too.

Merlin was in the soap and shampoo aisle minding his own business! Morgana had left him a list and suggested he made a start on the Christmas shopping. Suddenly with a woosh and a scream Morgarna and Morgause landed in the trolley with a bang! “Merl babe, how are you hanging” screeched Morgause.

Well they visited the drinks and snacks aisle next, and this is how they left it.

*Morgause was the eldest daughter of Vivienne – who was also the mother of Morgana, thus making Morgause and Morgana maternal half-sisters. She was a skilled warrior, a powerful sorceress and a High Priestess of the Old Religion.

THIS IS PART OF K.L.Caley’s #writephoto.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS October 9, 2021 On Sunday!

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “lid.” Use it in the literal sense, use it in the metaphorical sense, use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Keep a lid on it, means keep something quiet, don’t tell a soul, a secret. Blow your lid, get angry or annoyed. Blow the lid, let the secret out.
A lid is a top to a container, it can be for a box,tin,saucepan infact any type of container can have a lid.
Personally I think lids have legs, arms and eyes because I have many containers in my cupboards but most of the lids have disappeared? Where do these lids go? Is there a place where all lost lids are having a huge party?

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Pandora
What ever you do
They told her
To this be true
To us defer
Don’t lift the lid
Never let loose what’s hid
She didn’t listen
She needed to know.
They found the lid missing
It was her fault, she had to go.
All of the ills and pain and strife
Escaped and blighted all life.

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 25, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Our lovely host LindaGHill has given us this week’s prompt for SoCs.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “near/far.” Use “near,” use “far,” use them both if you’d like. In fact, if you start your post with one and end with the other, you get bonus points! Enjoy!

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Far away in the land of never never lived Princess Charmless. Unlike all her princess sisters Charmless was far from beautiful, far from dainty and far from demure. In fact she was so far from being princess like she was often mistaken for one of the commoners. She was, though the nearest to kind in her whole family.

Now near to the castle there was a blacksmith’s forge and that’s where Charmless loved to spend her days, getting hot and dirty helping old Dan the blacksmith. Dan knew exactly who she was but chose not to let on because he was so pleased to have a young and healthy assistant.

Charmless was never happier than when busy at the forge. The King and Queen knew where Charmless was and were happy to know she was, safe and near unlike when she was younger and running off near and far!

One day Prince Charming from a neighbouring kingdom had need to visit the forge. He came in dressed in all his finery and was immediately taken by the unglamorous but cute assistant.

Well so far we have Prince Charming and Princess Charmless thrown together by fate. … Well I am running out of time so to cut a very long and involved story short , they fell in love and got married and bought a nice little castle near both kingdoms. They lived happily ever after.

Oh! They had a huge wedding and their friends came from far and near!

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto: The Bridge.

K.L.Caley

Back to Morgana and Merlin. For K. L. Caley’s #writephoto

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a red and white Vertical Lift Bridge crossing an expanse of water.

Bridge
Bridge – Image by KL Caley

“Where the hell have you been?” Merlin was not looking his calm self. “What is it honey, did you miss me?” Morgana sighed reaching for a cigarette. “No not at all but as it happens we have a situation, while you’ve been off playing Merry Maidens with the guy in green tights…by the way what are you wearing? No don’t answer that we have a problem.”
Morgana exhaled filling the car with smoke and held her hand up. “Hold your horses Merl ” she actually shouted making him jump. ” You invite me out for posh afternoon tea , send me off without a ‘by my leave’ or even a scone dump me in a dangerous drop zone, I break my hip, nearly get murdered, you don’t send the anomaly as arranged and I get whisked through a portal back in time” she stopped to take another drag on her cigarette, then stubbing it out on the expensive dashboard she looked Merlin in the eye and said “I want a F###ing drink”
Merlin pulled in the carpark of the nearest pub and slammed to a halt just missing a low wall in his temper. “Look what you’ve done to my lovely car ” he whined but he was talking to himself, he looked up to see the criss cross back of Morgan’s green velvet gown disappearing into the pub.
They had a couple of drinks and a meal in silence then Morgana went outside to smoke Merlin paid the bill and joined her.
“You certainly got some funny looks in there” Merlin said, “we need to get back to the lab, we need to get you into normal clothes quick sharp as you don’t want to stand out where you are going.”
Morgarna’s eyes flashed, “I am not going anywhere, I have had a shit time and it’s all your fault! ” There was just a hint of a tear in her eyes.
“No honestly” Merlin said, “we really need to do this one” “F##k you” Morgana snapped, “it’s not us, it’s always me” with that she stubbed her cigarette out on Merlin’s leather passenger seat.
They drove back to the lab in silence.
Four am the next morning they arrived in Middlesbrough. They were headed for the Tees Newport Bridge. The second it came into view Morgana broke the silence. “I know this bridge I had a large hand in designing it, back in the early thirties, I helped Mott, Hay and Anderson design it, ha! they’d of made a real pills of it else! ” Merlin chuckled, ” ever modest Morgana” “Well they weren’t quite there vision wise” Morgana replied hitting Merlin hard! She continued, ” I believe it was built by local company Dorman Long, and was inaugurated by Prince Albert, Duke of York (later King George VI) and opened to traffic on 28 February 1934.” She ended, lighting a cigarette. ” Use the ashtray ” Merlin pleaded!
They walked on to the bridge at exactly five thirty am. “Here are your instructions” Merlin said handing her a piece of paper which she slipped into her bag. The sun began to dawn and the anomaly appeared. “Good luck” Merlin said and went to kiss her . Morgana shoved him away, “Get off me you two-faced…..” Her last words disappeared as she leapt into the anomaly.
Merlin turned back towards his car and muttered ” it will cost a pretty penny to fix my poor baby”

Post Cards.

Back in August 2014 Geoff at   TanGental  gave his page  over to the ‘Archaeologist,’ his brother, to do a guest post. The  post was called  “What happened next ?” It  is a beautiful post  about  a correspondence  between two young people on the eve of WW1 . The Archaeologist lays out  what  was said  in  a post card  from H  to Miss Parry Jones, he  then asks what  happens next. It is a wonderful post. Do go and read  the Archaeologist’s post and think about  what  might of happened to these two young people in that historic era.

Below is the reply  I sent to the post. I have fallen for  H and Miss Parry Jones  and here I want  to share my  story with you.

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image from here.

Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
They had one last chance to meet before their world would change.
Both would be thrown into the maelstrom of war, where every thing was strange.
He was for the trenches bound, though this he did not yet know
While she, Miss Parry Jones, her world turned upside down into a factory would go.
Young H would carry his gun, at first with pride. Before he, terrified, lost his youth.
Miss Parry Jones watched her fingers turn yellow from using TNT though she never knew the truth.

Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
In love they corresponded back and forth from Brighton to France
They both fought tiredness and hunger while fate led them a merry dance.
Their letters filled with their private code hid their love and fears
Both wept alone in the cold and dark and drank deep of bitter tears.
Mud and blood and noise finally took H’s mind
He got his ticket back to Blighty leaving the trench horrors behind.

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Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
She went to the munition factory for her shift every night
While H was being brought home a gibbering wreck, deaf and with no sight.
Miss Parry Jones knew her man was returning home, this filled her heart with joy.
God was looking elsewhere when she dropped a shell,her dying words where for H, her boy.
H loved the bones of Miss Parry Jones sadly that was all that he came home to.
He did recover in body though never in his mind. He lost his lovely girl.Their moments together too few.

Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H.

#writephoto Office.

Its Thursday again and time for K.L’s #writephoto Office.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a small child who has commandeered control of the pc.

The Office.– Image by KL Caley

Right Morgarna told herself, deep breath count to ten…hold your breath all that zen! As her brain cleared of the drug induced fug she took control of the situation. Digging deep inside herself she visulized her broken hip and smiled as she watched it heal itself.
Suddenly she was bought back to the present by Hugh’s concerned voice asking “Diana, are you okay, you look very flushed and your vitals are all over the place.” Poor chap he seemed genuinely concerned. Morgarna smiled, ” Yes, thank you Hugh I am fine. I was lost in contemplation! “
Just then the door opened and two porter’s arrived , “Are you ready love?” One of them asked, “we’re here to take you on a ride to the theatre!”
Morgana grinned ” what’s the play lads I need some entertainment.”
Hugh accompanied them, all four of them joking as they went, Morgana even asking if anyone had a ciggie she could cadge.


Morgarna or Diana, ( depending on if you have been paying attention) arrived at the orthopedic theatre suit, and entered the pre op room.
There were two young men dressed in green scrubs. “Hi there let me check your wristband, you are Diana Hunter” said the young anetharist with sparkly eyes, above his mask. “Yes that’s me” smiled Morgana.
Drawing her arm nearer the older anethetist said, “I can’t read your date of birth my dear, what’s your birthday.”
“I’m not really sure” Morgana replied “but it was at least nine centuries ago.”
“Well young lady” said Hugh “looks like you’ve had a tad too much of the happy juice! “
Picking up her notes Hugh flipped the pages to find a date of birth.
At that precise moment Morgana decided to make her move before there were anymore awkward questions.


Morgana lifted her hand to eye level, with a flick of the wrist she stopped every single person in the Royal Sussex County Hospital, in their tracks. Everyone of them caught in time unaware of the fact.
Quick as a flash she was off of the trolley and into the theatre where the entire team where stood mid action like a tableau.
Not stopping at all she went straight to check everyone’s name tags.
Eventually she found Dr De’arth..the young female Dr from the helicopter…she wasn’t expecting that!
Really was this young woman the evil, time traveller? Then she heard a banging door…. running towards the sound she saw a man disappearing down a staircase.
Clearing her throat she shouted “De’arth” …the sound of receding footsteps her only answer. Swiftly Morgana gave chase. Looking over the bannister she got a clear glimpse of her quary! He turned and looked her in the eye… Morgana sent a lightening bolt which glanced off of his shoulder as he dashed into an office suite.
Mounting the bannister Morgana sailed down towards the office.


Morgana opened the door cautiously and was greeted by silence and blue light. Lots of people sitting at their computers all catatonic bar one.
A cute toddler was sitting , almost hidded behind the double monitors. He looked so innocent in the blue light. Morgarna raised her hand again and sent a lightening bolt straight at the little chap, it almost pained her to dispatch him. “Back to hell De’arth ” Morgarna shouted, as the cute little boy disappeared leaving a neat pile of clothes on the chair.
Bending down she picked them up looking round to see if the anomaly was approaching not yet she thought.


As she climbed the stairs to the roof she suddenly felt very tired! Not so tired that she was going to allow shit Merlin talk his way out of trouble with a hot meal and a hot bath! Magic, technology call it what you will, pain was pain and her hip hurt.
Reaching the roof she released the time stopping spell from the hospital, she even remembered to erase all knowledge of De’arth and herself from their minds and their records.
The anomaly arrived and Morgana jumped, she screamed , her hip hurt. “I’ll get you Merlin she shouted as she fell through the anomaly into the Lab.

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

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