Reblogged from Strange Goings On in the Shed:

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt caged#writephoto presented a few intriguing choices. My imagination was weaving all manner of strange scenarios; most of them clothed in dark and ominous threads. I’m like that you see, inclined to walk down strange roads in a literary sense. The photo brought up an image immediately of windswept moorland, a crossroads, a three headed dog and a mysterious woman. Not any mysterious woman draped in black. This is one who haunts the crossroads in many worlds. This is one we hope never to meet if we are unready. It seems the one in the cage is one of the unready. What a misfortune I think. How barbaric I think. What’s your name I ask him. Surely not Æthelred? Is this a good time for jokes my conscience reminds me. The cage looks unyielding, as does the look on the prisoner’s face. Do we go to meet our fate  embittered and hopeless? The wind in this desolate place speaks of only fear. Its voice carries a warning. Something is approaching. She comes soon, She comes soon. This is no time to be curious, run and don’t look back.

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