Thank you to Sandra for this week’s photo prompt, a wonderful reminder of Dorset, which is a warm and beautiful place in England. The picturesque scene is famous, I’ll let you discover this for yourselves. Thank you Rochelle, our host of Friday Fictioneers, for posting this picture to challenge our imagination.
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Jackboots on Cobbled Streets
I enjoyed the trek up Gold Hill to visit Grandma Feinstein.
Because she cooked potato pancakes, like her mother taught her.
She told stories about the Devil who subsidised a cathedral and, in return, bargained for a human soul. The people tricked him with a wolf’s soul, and he was so angry; he slammed the cathedral door and broke off his thumb.
Whenever Grandma hears the postman walk up the cobbled street wearing his hobnailed boots, she hides in the garden. Like her mother taught her.
It was what everyone did in Aachen, before being caught.
Only the children escaped.
James McEwan 
