Mysterious
"Say cheese!"
Click.
"I think I blinked."
"It looks fine on the little screen."
"You can never tell. Take another."
"Okay, here we go!"
"Wait!" Aaaah-choo! "Man, it’s all over my hands. One second, I’m gonna go get a tissue."
"Just stay. Okay, let’s do this! Three, two–"
A cellular phone jangles.
So this is hell. Seems somehow... lacking. Effective torment, but I always thought this sort of thing was supposed to run towards poetic justice. My sins weren’t camera-related, nor did group photography figure prominently in my life.
I guess He has no monopoly on "mysterious ways."
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
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without a doubt, there will be cell phones in hell
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