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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.

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto: The Bridge.

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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.

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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”

Thursday Photo Prompt – Bridge #writephoto

This  is  my  entry  to  Sue Vincent’s  of  Daily Echo , #writephoto prompt  bridge.

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She  had  been  running  all day thoughts  of Mathew her  beautiful  Vampire filling  her  head. Today was  the  first  day  she had  really  had  the  strength  to  run  properly. It  had  taken  three  dangerous  days  of  cleaning  and  resting  to  heal  her  wounds.

She  had  had  to  lie  low with  the  constant  threat  of  Human Hunters and Vampires, the    Dawfs and Elves  were no  threat  but  sadly  they  were  dying out and  were  seen less and  less.This  was  sad  because  they  were kind  and  honourable  races.

It was  early  afternoon  when  she  reached  the  bridge. The  water  was  clear  and  clean and  the  shadows  were  cool  and offered an ideal  hiding  place. She  had  eaten  12 hours  ago  and  luckily  she  had  had a  good  meal and  even  with  her  precious  cargo  she  felt  full  and  satisfied. Out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye  she  saw  a  water  rat  scuttle  into  a  crack in  the  brickwork… humm! she  thought  a  nice  snack  for later.

She  had  been  pregnant  for  two  and  a half  months  now  and had  stayed  Warewolf  for  the  entire  time as  she instinctively  new  her  human  form  could  not  carry  this  child let  alone  deliver  it. What  strange  things  Human were weak  and often  cruel. The  Vampires  where strong and  always  beautiful   but  so heartless, well that  went  without  saying.

What had  drawn  her  to  her  beautiful Mathew , he  had  smelt so  different  to  the others. The  smell of  death  and  blood  was  there  but  something else she  still did not  know  what. She  had  been  drawn  to him, not only  by  his hypnotic  stare or his  melodic voice. She  had  been in  human  form, naked  and  vulnerable, when  she  first  saw him  she  was  going  to  change  and  fight.

He had  called  to her, “I am alone  and  know  what  you  are  please stay, I don’t  want to  fight or  harm  you ”  She  had  been drawn  to him  naturally  and  by  no  magic  powers  and  they  both  new  they were  special.

She  was  suddenly  awoken  from  her  reverie   by  the  smell of  humans on  the  wind. Not  pleased she  skulked  back into  the the  shadows. The  smell  got  stronger  as  the  humans  neared  the  bridge. Hidden in  the  dark  listening  to  the  soft  flow  of  the  water  she  readied  to  protect  herself.

The  human came  into  view  and  to  the  Warewolf’s  surprise  it  was a  young girl she  was also heavily  pregnant. Suddenly  her  softer side  kicked in and  she  sat  and  watched  as  the  young  woman  drank  from  the  water  and  rested  in  the sun  for  a while.   When rested  the  young  woman  moved on.

The  Warewolf  felt  her  baby  move,  not  long now she  thought anytime  within  the  next two  weeks. After  a  drink  she  was  about  to  settle  down  for a  rest  when  she  smelt  Vampire!  At that  very  moment  she  heard  the  young  girl  scream. Without  a  second  thought  she  was  bounding  out from under the  bridge , all her  senses  alive  and  every hackle on her  back  up,  toward  the  screams. Human or  no  that  particular  Vampire  was  not  going  to  feed  if  she  could  help it. Not  without a  fight.

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If  you  would  like  to  read  the  first  part  of  this  story it  is  here on #wrtephoto last  week Tryst

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Twittering Tales #12 – 10 January 2017

This is my  entry  to  Kat Myrman‘s Twittering Tales

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We’d watch the sunset from the bridge, celebrating that we have survived  another week. All of us, even the dog had beaten the  big C!

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