K.C. Caley’s #writephoto. Well.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a path amongst some foliage leading to a pyramid-shaped building.

Well – Image by KL Caley

After last week’s double jump, the second unplanned and to an alternative reality and a run in with the talking Swans Morgarna is back to earth with a bang. There is trouble with the Anomaly and she and Merlin must sort that out. After the quickest of turnrounds Morgarna is off again. Well it doesn’t take long for our girl Morgs to be in the thick of danger again!


The silence of the lab was shattered by a loud thud as Morgana landed on the floor a stream of angry expletives pouring from her deceivingly innocent looking mouth!
“Who , what when?” A startled Merlin asked… looking around from the experiment he was conducting. Morgarna filled him in on her jump before last not bringing her home but into an alternative reality where all creatures spoke and humans didn’t and were definitely not in charge. Merlin was quite interested until she mentioned a swan named Geoff with very definite opinions on her habbits. “No, Morgarna I’m not swallowing that you’re taking the Mick?”
“I’m not” Morgana replied “I was bloody there you weren’t “
Merlin could see she was not in the best of moods so backed off and poured her a Bacardi and Coke and handed it to her as she lit a cigarette. “I’ll run you a bath Morgs you wiff a tad then I will prepare a meal…” Morgarna interrupted him mid sentence “You’d smell if you’d been through what I have. Soaked and cold! … I’ll run my own bath and let’s have Mexican tonight I need warming up! “
Snatching her drink out of Merlin’s hand she headed off to the bathroom leaving a trail of smoke rings behind her!


The next morning over breakfast Merlin and Morgarna discussed the fact that the anomaly had gone rogue a few times in a year whereas in several hundred previous years no jump had ever been off the scale?
“It makes me think, Morges that something is messing with us and for now it’s very random but we honestly don’t want it to get any worse do we?”
“Certainly not these double jumps are exhausting and that last one was really odd. Any ideas about what’s causing the rogue jumps.”
Morgarna stretched and lit a cigar
.. Merlin pulled a face and said, “where did you get that from” Morgarna winked and replied “I liberated a box from Sir Percival Devereau, he’s not going to need them in prison, is he? “
Merlin stood up and opened the window letting in some fresh air and smoke out!
Turning to face Morgana he continued, “there have been some unusual blips on the computer though I have not payed much attention to them but last night I sat up and collated them all and this is what I found! Pulling up the screen on his tablet Merlin showed Morgarna a a wooded area , look closer can you see those purple ripples, well I followed them and they are, always there on the occasions of rogue jumps right there!”.
Morgarna joined Merlin to look at the screen and sure enough there were purple ripples exactly where the rouge jumps occurred.
“Where is this place Merls?” Morgarna asked “and when are we going to investigate?”
“It’s up north Hun, but it’s not we it is just you I need to be here keeping things going. “
“Yet right of course you do and it is always me doing the donkey work!” Snapped Morgarna her cigar firmly clamped in her teeth! “
“You can take my beema” Merlin said dangling the keys in front of her.
“I’ve packed your bag for you” he added quietly.
Snatching her bag and keys Morgarna set off trailing a strange mixture of Paloma Picasso and Havanna cigar as she went. Her long black cloak and black Doc Martin’s looking fetching and aggressive at the same time.


As she drove off Merlin called after her “no smoking in the car” regretting the words the second they left his mouth.
Morgarna’s eyes flashed and she smiled as she shouted, “Oops! Sorry as she stubbed her cigar out on the pristine dashboard, waving through the sun roof she sped off.
“Oh! ouch” winched Merlin, “I’d would have been better off saying nothing!” He turned on his heels and went back into the lab to take a pill …. He had a migraine coming on!

Morgarna sped along windows open Sam Ryder blaring out breaking every speed camera as she passed!


It was about 5pm when the special satnav Merlin had designed for her, brought her to a quiet carpark in the middle of nowhere. Getting out of the car Morgarna lit a cigarette and got her stuff together.

Well – Image by KL Caley.

After half an hour’s walk through a little wood she found a path amongst some foliage leading to a pyramid-shaped building.
A stone building with a pyramid type roof that had a strange gleam to it. Quietly she approached the doorway and entered the building, she stubbed her cigarette out just before entering. Once inside it became clear that this was a covered well.
As her eyes ajusted to the dark she heard a door behind her open. The warm air and hum of computers and mechinary grew loud . Morgarna swung round to come face to face with a tall dark figure . “At last, one of you came…..”


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

Twittering Tales # 111 – 19 November 2018

This is my entry for Twittering Talesfrom Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding.

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By mh-grafik at pixabay.com

Ding ding dell.

“Someone stop those bells. I can’t think straight. This well is so deep. Hey, Puss are you okay.I can’t see you.
Who pushed you was it that Tommy Thin guy, he’s a nasty bloke! Don’t worry I am absailing down as we speak. Got ya! Come on your safe now. My name? It is Jonny Stout.”
(279 Characters)

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Well

Well this week our Linda of A Life in Progress is back with us. Even though she is as busy as ever she has found time to provide us with our #SoCs Prompt. It is well, use it as a prefix, a suffix integral or even on its own . The only rules are you use it and have fun doing so!

Rules and Pingback Here


Well
it was like this Mr Plod, sorry it’s hard to hear you with those bells making such a racket!  We just went to get some water for the old lady up the road. You know the one with all those screaming kids. 

We found the cat at the bottom of the well clinging on for dear life. Did we see anyone around at the time. Well we did see that nasty piece of work Little Jonny Thin.

Ofcourse I rescued the beautiful Pussycat! My name, Stout, Tommy Stout. Yes I will be keeping the dear animal so all is well that ends well

 

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