Thursday, February 15, 2007

The Descent

The other night, I fell partway down a flight of stairs. They were made of slippery oak and I was wearing socks of cotton white. I stepped onto the first step as I had done so many times before, but this time was different. In the blink of an eye, I was airborne. My feet went forward and upwards, and all my agility meant nothing. I knew exactly were I was, but before I could react, a baseball bat -as if swung by Barry Bonds- struck me hard across my back. It knocked out my wind; then a blow to the back of my head, my left elbow, and again across the center of my back. It was the sharp edges of the steps counting my descent, until I finally came to rest. Then there the reaper came to inspect, and insincere whispers reminding me of a fortune I once did not have, that I would one-day pass of natural causes. I took inventory at the bottom of my narrow escape and pondered whether it was unnatural to pass from a shove and the impact of bats.


Cath de Paris said...

Lovely picture and ... great story !

Hope you are doing well, puzzleman :)

still up at this hour????

Cath de Paris said...

Rendez-vous sur mon blog >> your opinion would be highly appreciated...

In France, we do not mind showing "our soul" ;)

Dixiechick said...

Great picture and story.

Thanks for stopping by.