....Incident at the holiday house....(A)

Looks harmless enough doesn't it...



Except it's NOT



A darkness looms....I sense it's to the left...yes, THERE, to the left. The caged area. Black ground. The place they told me to avoid alone. To never go there, without shoes















Both inside one house...



And outside another,



People were idly busy. Preoccupied. Doing their own thing. Minding their own business....Enjoying themselves!



It was nobody's fault but my own. I know that now......too late.












People were relaxing



...playing, reading...ah, the joy and beauty of holiday occupation




Some were in nearby, strange orchard lands...





Others, seen, huddled by pop up cots.



Posing



Working



Father and son time...do you see? (If only it could have been me)



People were working on their physiques, or on their fashion,



Sweating by the pool.




....And me? Where was I?




Alright, I confess. I went there alone. I walked the stones to the tennis court with the thick asphalt floor. It's teeth bit my feet.


I stubbed my toe!





At night I feel the remorse.