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

Love is in Da Blog: The Con Man

Just Fooling  Around With Bee said: Today my prompt encourages you to look at the darker sides of love or just to show us your thoughts about the song. Maybe you remember what you have done when listening to it for the first time?

I chose  to show  the darker  side  of a  relationship. The hidden stress of a woman with a controling and cheating partner. ( it’s another of  my  older poems reworked)

The Con Man

Give me your hand he said , smiling at me.

He told me I was the world to him and my eyes were all he needed to see.

His gentle caresses I accepted and returned

Freely, willingly,  joyfully alive at last, not being spurned.

Come with me, he pleaded  and gave me that smile,

How could I refuse him I wandered as we travelled all those miles

He needed some money , he was reluctant to say.

I had worked hard and had spare so what the hey.

The things he would do in the dark of the night

Would loosen my purse strings and make my sense take flight.

He needed a suit and a new car,

He  needed to look the part  if he was  to go far.

I gladly offered, no, he never asked,

But he avoided me if  I  did not and I could not bare that to last.

Our place, small and cosy was not quite right

So I took another job and  rented a new place shiny and bright.

My friends he discouraged, well they were not quite the right type.

He asked me not to ring them and sometime soon after he disabled the Skype.

He disliked my family, they were selfish and rude

I did not argue it would of put him in a mood.

It seemed I was working  long and hard

To make lots of money for his credit card.

I had to leave early and eat dinner alone

He hardly was there and never answered his phone.

Each time I reached for him he turned his back

I longed for his smile and cried for the caresses I now lacked.

The look in his eyes when I saw him that day

With his scantily dressed, teenaged P.A

Though I tried to look away I could not help see,

One hand on her breast and the other above her knee.

The scorn in his look was more than I could take

As it all fell into place and I realised he was a fake.

When I got home I slowly took stock

I saw all the signs my stupid love of this man had blocked.

I took my bag and I started to pack  tears of grief  flowed  from my eyes

As I saw all his faults and all of his lies.

All those nights he was whispering sexy delights

It was my bank balance and not my body he had in his sights.

He had stripped my bank account and all of my pride,

I felt naked and dirty with nowhere to hide.

He’d seen off my friends and my family too

The bastard had used me so well, I was at a lost as what to do.

I finished my packing  and and stopped my tears,

That he would see me wrecked was my greatest fear.

I fixed up my make up and dressed to impress,

That thieving two timing bastard was in for some distress!

I put all my worldly goods in my car

And tried to ignore the pain in my heart of a newly formed scar.

I drove slowly and precisely then parked up the car

Then as serenely as I could I entered the bar.

OH! hello darling I sexily said as

I emptied a bottle of red wine over his head.

As his PA jump up out of her chair

I smiled as sprayed some ink in her  peroxide blond  hair.

Your welcome I told her but you mark my word

He’s  a con man and a control freak and he’ll lie when he gives you a ####

So you are welcome my dear and I wish you good luck.

God help me, I was shaking from my head to my toe

I reached the car I was screaming inside because I’d loved him so.

But things needed doing and I could not waste time

So I made a few phone calls and moved  my money so that swine

Would never again be  able to touch what was mine.

With an ache in my heart and hate in my gut

I drove myself away from him and his slut.

I am older and wiser but very sad for the loss of the love that I never had had.

This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here 

 

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