tchort

Trouble.

i had my camera, and took the shot through the shop window
and a rather tall ugly lady, neck bend forward, ran out of the shop
what are you doing? she asked
what did you photograph?
i photographed the naked mannequin i told her
i rather you didn't take any more photos she said
alright i said, and i walked down the street with my camera, with her staring after me
i felt guilty and upset,
upset, eventhough i had done nothing really inproper
it usually happens to me atleast once a day

i turn, drop to one knee, focused, and photographed her
she waved her arms and screamed, and i shot her again.

the trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed
and their mothers have never been told to shut up