bridge – willowdot21

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 writers, the image shows a two-arched stone bridge stretching over a river. Traffic queues at one side waiting to cross. What will Morgarna find?

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.

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

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

“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.

Rules and ping back here .

beneath-the-bridge

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