The dinner was great but no body was there. The waitress was present but seemed as if she was not there. The street was deserted. The only things that seemed to be present were the street lamps. No one was there. (Zora)
Remember my pinky attack- ed by the WASP, thinking it was a weapon of bug destruction. Now it itches & itches. Yikes! My Palm is back & I can't create. I just want to scratch.
Having just recovered from a wasp attack, a bumble bee threatened to enter my mouth at an outside cafe. I threatened to make it the subject of this picture and it flew away.