#ThursdayDoors #writingprompt

Yes, I’ve been hors de combat again. Hors de combat is French for “somebody beat up my horse”. Well, no, it isn’t.

ANYWAY, I fell in the hotel room in Indy the Saturday morning of InConjunction. Gave myself a fat lip, a bruised knee, and bruised foot tops. Purple from toe to ankle. Looked like a punk Hobbit. Of course, I soldiered on, but I was, as my grandpa would have said, plumb tuckered after the weekend and didn’t feel like posting. I still look like I tried DIY Botox, but oh well.

See, the bed in the hotel room was about six feet off the ground, and had flanges on it to, I guess, keep the mattress from rolling off the pea under it, and one of the flanges caught the hem of my jeans and over I went, ass over teakettle, boom onto my knee and lip and flap there go the tops of my feet against the floor.

I did manage to take some pictures. Here’s one.

It’s a twofer!

I’ll post more pictures and two weeks’ nail art anon. Also food.

Thursday doors is under the direction of Dan Antion, photographer extraordinaire and critter daddy. Visit his site, enjoy his wonderful photographs, follow his directions, and enter a world of doors.

A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Taking a tumble.

MA