A Walk

from blog Steven Deobald, | ↗ original
I went for a long walk in the rain. Gosh was it muddy. I saw a little girl whipping herself and begging for change. A sick, touristy part of me wanted to take a picture of her. An even sicker part of me wanted to borrow the whip to see if the sound it produced was representative of the pain it inflicted. She tugged at my arm as I walked by; I...