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The snapshot series is a collection of very short mental images.
Please see 
Snapshot 0 (Prelude and Note from the Author) for particulars or
contact me 
for distribution information.

If you are easily offended by exhibitionism, bondage, s&m, sex, or
nudity in
general (what are you doing here?), then you might not want to read
these.
Consider yourself warned.

- crimson

Snapshot 6 - The World Below [f]
================================

She knew that she was going to do it as soon as she left the office.
Today was
it. Too much pressure. Too much stress. She felt her mind snap. Slip
into
a place where it all just disappeared.

Her apartment. Mr. Jack Daniels. Four shots. More than enough. She
gagged on
the first two, the second two went easier. Her head swimming, as she
slowly 
did a strip tease, for absolutely nobody. Elvis low on the stereo.

She danced naked with herself for a time. Finally, letting herself out
into the
deserted hallway. The labyrinth guiding her body back towards the
stairs.
Up, slowly twirling up the stairway. The fog slowly lifting as she found
the ladder. The ladder where she had hesitated so many times before.
Last time
actually breaking the lock that led to the dark place, but not having
the
courage to climb that last rung. Shaking, she placed her hands on the
rungs 
and slowly climbed. Feeling the cold steel against the soles of her
feet.
Feeling the draught flow down from the trap door above.

Tears coursed down her cheeks, as she emerged into the night. Looking
over
the edge. She watched the world below. The people, like ants, scurrying
hither and fro. The cars, like toys, rushing back and forth for no
particular
reason.

Her heart began to beat more insistently as she placed her bare feet
up onto 
the low wall surrounding the rooftop. Her head still swimming, as she 
outstretched her arms towards the heavens. Tears formed again, but she 
steadied her nerves with a raw force of will.

And slowly, ever so slowly, simply leaned forward.






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