Introduction

@Sophia1 @Not sure you were a person here in Grey Rock? I think you were a lioness? Go ahead and make something new up.

@Sophia1 @Shaz51 @EternalFlower @tonys @LeChuck

The scantily clad barmaid slurped down all the cowboy casserole and chased the juices round the plate with the cornbread. Yes she also finished that bottle she was nursing and today has woken up with a headache. No she has many outfits but it was of course purple as most of her outfits are!

Meggle’s Meals and Cafe

dish of the day

Roast Raccoon with all the Trimmings

Camel Milk Caramel Milkshake.

enjoy

Meggle

You know I was sitting at the bar here in my mind and thinking about a time when events took me to a place other than the wet cement city streets that crushed us daily,. Of all things, It was the

space program that did this for a brief but wonderful time. Us creatures of the night and the street would gather round a small black n white tv in our grey cold factory and watch each launch off that pad like it was us escaping our miserable lives for a place the sun never set.

Nations working together. People being all they can be. Striving to be be more than human. Against all the odds they would defy gravity and the mundane minutiae, to a view of the blue, All humanity held there breath as they looked up in awe.

And then it happened. It just, blew up. . The teacher we fell in love with and all our other heroes,

gone.. I cried. Hadn't done that since Kennedy.

Poor and rich alike.. We all held hands in grief. All shocked into the reality of the value of each and every second.

What we feel in that second, and do with what we feel. It was a turning point in me.

An awakening. I stopped feeling the cold and the dark . In spite of the poverty, and disfigurements I started to think like a rich person. Richer for the gift of a rebirth.. that hope was even possible. I don't question a whole lot anymore. To question some things, may be to test the fragility in them, and in us.

Sorry I have not been able to spend time with you @Oaktree Time in here does not favour me, but your always in my home.

Gnite friends.. @LeChuck @EternalFlower @Sophia1 @Glisten @Former-Member @deshift

@Appleblossom @StuF

@Thyme Grateful for your time. tonys.

@tonys sleep well maestro. Your body needs it.

Look after you now @tonys

Rehab is draining.

Conserve that energy

All of your friends care and understand

Sophia

The crack of a revolver echoes through the grey dawn. Spurs clink on hard beaten earth and a heavy key tuns slowly in a rusty lock. Burdens long carried are set down, the traveller takes a deep breath. What is that mouthwatering scent wafting in through the window?

The sheriff regards the drifts of tumbleweeds and the dusty letters unopened. Evidence that time has not stood still here while she was away. A newspaper clipping catches her eye, familiar faces posing for a picture under a faded headline, text undersigned with a paw print. The date on it catches her by surprise. Had so much time passed? How might those faces have changed? She turns from the dusty office and heads back out onto the street, sparing a wistful glance at the empty cell as she passes, remembering an old cowboy who used to entertain her with his stories on nights in the gaol. She shakes her head. Time enough to dwell on memories and catch up on correspondence after the source of that delicious smell has been investigated. There used to be a bar maid around here with a flair for the culinary, she remembers fondly.

As she follows her nose down the wide thoroughfare, boarded up buildings leering at her from either side, she allows herself to hope. Someone had kept a fire burning here somewhere. And it smelled like there was a raccoon on it!

@Oaktree @Sophia1 @tonys

Lots of love. Xxx

Love it @LeChuck

@Sophia1 that’s right you were a newspaper woman! Maybe you should write a story for the paper.

Meggle

Haha thanks @Oaktree, I had fun writing that! I thought it was nice and dramatic 🙂

@LeChuck @Sophia1 @tonys

Meggle’s Meals and Cafe

dish of the day

Roadrunner and Beans.

Cider

enjoy

Meggle

@LeChuck @Sophia1 @tonys @EternalFlower

Meggle slipped out of her barmaid attire and into her cowboy boots and hat. She wore chaps and a button down shirt. She looked herself up and down one last time in the mirror then she picked up her gun and headed down to the stables.
She harnessed her draft horse to the tray back wagon and backed it up out of the stable. She jumped up into the drivers seat and brushed the horses’ rump with the long whip. Off they went, out onto the farm. She and her horse approached the herd of cows. She jumped down, hitching the wagon to a post. She carefully picked up her gun and looked at the cows. There were a couple of likely steers in the herd. She selected the biggest and fattest one and headed towards it. She raised her gun to its forehead, ready to shoot it but it suddenly looked her straight in the eyes. It had soft and moist, big brown eyes. It seemed to be aware of its fate. She lowered the gun again, she couldn’t bring herself to shoot it. She would have to send @tonys out to do the deed. She decided on a vegetarian menu for the cafe tomorrow. Hopefully the punters would understand. She headed back to the wagon thoughtfully…

Meggle

@LeChuck @Oaktree

and our other resident I have put on silent ....Tony;s ...he is rehabilitating

Mouthwatering scent wafting in through the window in that town?

Are you sure that you are in the "Rock"?

The heat and the dust can induce mirages and you can imagine all sorts of smells.'

Love the newspaper clipping, familiar faces posing under a faded headline. That would have been some photo especially if taken the morning after the night of wining and dining and whatever at Meggles cafe.

'Where is Meggles cafe in the "Rock"?

Did you find the scantily clad barmaid dressed in purple?

She was busy cooking the raccoon.

Better have some more of the cider or hops. Or perhaps that smell was the fermented grain mash. Whiskey galore.

Then that terrifying story of the gun staring down at those beautiful long eyelashed brown eyes.

Oh I nearly could not make it to the end. I love cows.

Snake something? Tumbleweed crumble?

The paw print made me smile and Meggle reminded me that I was a lioness. What? Out there?

Seriously.

I think that you two write a pretty good story that I cannot even begin to compete with.

My weak effort:

News flash

Shifting shapes seen lurking around the old deserted, banned ghost town.

Whips, gun shots and smoke seen and heard.

All folk to stay away and notify the local authorities of any sightings.

There is a local sheriff in these parts that comes and goes. Notify that Sheriff looks pretty efficient. Wears studs.

A barmaid with a twin cowboy menacing a local's cows. So watch out. One of the cows disappeared.

Someone's pet raccoon is missing. Wanted notice to appear shortly.

Get back to whatever it is you do out here.

Signing out

A visitor

Sophia incognito