Getting Higher Insults My Intelligence

Go towards the light, little ants! (Photo credit: Vampiress144)

Picture it
on a busy day:

One person slips.
One person trips
while climbing…
bad timing!

A child twirls,
the staircase hurls
the body, like a bowling ball.
It knocks them all
down.

Person
after person
after person
after person
after person.

One big thud
and a river of blood.

Picture it,
on a windy day,
on a rainy day.
Picture the gravity
of the situation.

Memories Insult My Intelligence

It was late.  It was cold.  We were cold and we were too tired to be horny.  We were on the threshold of returning to our hotel and we waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited.

Our home away from home, or so it seemed…

These are the memories that last a lifetime but we almost never think to photograph them.