Thursday Doors 082516

This was taken on a visit to London in 2006. I have a horrible memory and I cannot recall where this was. If any of my UK folks recognize it, please comment with the name of the location. Thank you!

– Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors – August 25, 2016. Photo ©2006 Leara Morris-Clark.

Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge 072716

The first three photos were taken on the streets of London.

This was taken in the Southeastern Tennessee countryside.

Cee’s Which Way Challenge – July 27, 2016. Showing the ways people move from one place to another on land. Photos ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.



She wanted the dream to end but had no control.

She dreamed in black and white, always wondering what it meant. This time, the dream was so vivid and immersive, that she had a difficult time waking up.

She felt droplets of water from the fog settling on her face, smelled the dank alley and took in the rough brick wall as she ran her fingers across it while she walked.

She heard distant voices, cats rummaging through trash, and noticed she was entering the less lit area of the city. She was not afraid taking the shortcut, it was a routine beginning to her nights.

She exited the alley and made her way further down the unlit street. Then she noticed a tall figure standing in a doorway, hidden by the shadows.

“Time to get to work,” she said to herself. Then adjusted her corset, fixed a smile on her face and fell into a swagger.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” she approached the stranger. “You looking for me?” She asked with a seductive tone.

He stayed, propped against the door of a shop, and said nothing.

“Come on now, don’t be shy,” she encouraged, moving closer.

Something seemed off about him. She shivered.

She wanted the dream to end but had no control.

He shifted his feet and stood up straight.

“There we go, I knew you wanted a good time,” her last word trailing off as she noticed moonlight glinting on something shiny in his hand.

Before she could react, in one smooth motion he held her tightly against his chest with the knife at her neck.

“They call me Jack,” He said, as he slit her from ear to ear.

She finally awoke by her own screams and remembered the only color she saw in this dream was the red of her own blood as it pooled.

– Written for Cracked Flash: Year 1, Week 47, First sentence prompt was “She dreamed in black and white.” WC 299. Photo from “Dreamscape” was named runner-up in this competition.

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