Sunday, October 16, 2005

If I should fall from grace

Stomach lurching. Wind rushing. Ears roaring. Blood pounding. Spinning. Falling. Terror. Help. Too late. SMACK..…………Pain. Blackness. Nothing.

2 comments:

R J Adams said...

Oh, Dear God! I knew something like this would happen. I just hope he remembered me in his will.

Anonymous said...

Seeing the title reminds me of a poem:

If I should fall from Grace
She wouldn't like it one bit,
So I rope myself in place -
And then get on with it.