Back in June 2016, I started a new "series" of posts... if you will... 
 And so on Wednesdays; I've been posting an old photograph to inspire your creativity.
Write a poem!   
 Plot out a short story.
 Have inspiration for a piece of art or composition.... let your artistic soul shine.
--and occasionally I write my own sordid story or poem. 
 (you can click on the photos in this post to make it larger to see).


This is probably the only known photo of "Miss Dee."
Born Delilah Jones, this photo was taken in October of 1917.

Her parents had passed, and she had no known siblings.
In fact, even that was suspect, because no one really knew anything about Miss Dee.
Where she came from.... who her people were.... oh, there were rumors.
Rumors that she had lost her entire family in a freak train accident.
Rumors that the town she was from no longer existed because "it just exploded, and burnt to the ground without reason..."
Rumors that she had been raised by witches in the deep of the woods outside of Boston.

She was a pretty, if mysterious woman.
Living on the edge of a field, most folks would hear her singing while working in her gardens or
picking herbs by moonlight with her large black cat following in behind her.

All folks knew.. was that when there was an illness the doctor couldn't fix...
when there was an eerie feeling in your house that you just couldn't shake off...
when that someone special wouldn't return your love...
You consulted with Miss Dee, and things would start looking up.

She disappeared the month after this photograph was taken.
Some think she just moved on to the next town.
Some say she was whisked up in the mist one morning as she was picking her herbs...
Some say the devil came and got her...
But some nights when the wind is just right, and the moon is full...
you can hear her singing... and you can almost see her dancing in the fields.