#WRITEPHOTO – MONEY

K.L.Caley

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

Money, money, money, Must be funny, In the rich man’s world!

Money
Money – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows lots of trays of British money from coppers to notes.

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Morgana woke with a start, at first she was completely confused and had no idea where she was. Then as the fog cleared, she realised she was totally naked and strapped to a hard stone alter!
The revellers were still dancing around her getting more and more aroused. To say Morgana was not impressed was an understatement to say the least.
Morgana was hot and thirsty and dieing for a cigarette. Looking around she noticed most of them were off their heads with drink and or drugs. Looking up the moon stone was still suspended above her head.
Okay girl, Morgana thought to herself, time to get out of here. From across the cavern she saw two men in cloaks and a naked woman approaching carrying flaming torches. “Typical” she said to herself, why is it always the women naked?” Then fixing the crowd in her vision she began her own chant under her breath. The torch bearers were now standing one either side of her while the female stood at her feet.
The two men either side of her were now lowering their torches towards her chest and looking as if they were enjoying the thought. As the flames touched her she jumped up bursting the ropes securing her as if they were ribbons.
“Oh! No you don’t, that hurts you vicious perverts, you! ” Morgarna’s voice echoed around the cave! she was pissed and they all knew it. Silence fell with a thud, “Sorry guys no one is going to get their wicked way with me tonight! “
With that she grabbed the moon stone from infront of her and leapt from the alter, she was across the room before anyone could move. Her bag was at the entrance so she grabbed it as she left! And got her torch out.


Half way up the long passage she heard the the baying of the revellers who had woken up and were hot on her heels! Running in bare feet was very uncomfortable and being naked she was very cold.
As she got to the door she could feel the breath of her persuers on her back. Reaching out to the handle she was relieved to find it had not been locked and the door opened!


As she got out of the cave into the night air the cold fair took her breath away. The crowd was right behind her clawing at her!
Morgana looked around for the Anomaly, her heart beating faster by the second. “Don’t let me down now Merlin, you good for nothing, not now! ” She screamed as the mad crowd started grabbing at her and licking her.
Just as she thought the game might be up and she might have use some magic. The Anomaly arrived. With a huge effort Morgana struggled free and jumped.


Merlin was enjoying himself he’d emptied all of Morgana’s piggy bank collection, and had all the money in Tupperware containers mostly coins but there were also a few Bank of Clydesdale notes. He was determined that she was going to pay towards getting his car fixed.
Morgana landed on floor of lab… Naked, cold, blooded and as angry as hell! She took one look at what Merlin was doing and roared at him, “You thieving swine, you tight wad!” …….

One Liner Wednesday: On Money!

This  is  part  of   One-Liner Wednesday hosted by Linda G. Hill. Feel free to click the link and join in the fun.

A wise man should have money in his head, but not in his heart.

Jonathon Swift

 

Like red silk

Silence fell like a silk sheet enclosing the whole house.

The noise of the back door being slammed resonated still.

Pain,anger and rage screaming for the attention  of little mouse.

The argument over the protagonists gone but a taste was left as bitter as any pill.

 

Who’s fault was this, you need to be wise to see

The addict was lacking some papers. Mr Mouse  enraged

not understanding  why his requests were not met.

and little mouse could no longer plea.

The addict rang and shouted a lot, Mr Mouse did too little mouse in the centre was fazed.

 

The point arrived when it became little mouse’s fault

and shouts came directly  and viciously clear her way.

She rang the addict and told him calmly his visits must be brought to a halt .

He was the cause of all this trouble, the hardest thing she had ever to say.

 

So now in the silence that feels like red silk but cuts like a knife

Little mouse  sits and thinks back on the long years of her life.

 

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