The Last Polaroid...

Last night I dreamed that my girl Laura found a polaroid camera and a pack of film in the rubble of a walmart we were looting, she found some batteries and set the thing up and the very first picture was of me with a sling holding our daughter Isabelle and triumphantly holding up a box with beef stew printed in large letters on the outside. The second picture was of Laura lying on the bed at the hotel we were hiding out in along with around fifteen other families. The third picture was taken from the roof of the hotel of the downtown Dallas skyline, it was crumbling, it was deserted and in on case it was on fire. The thick plume of smoke was rising up into the morning sky toward the fall-out clouds hanging perpetually above this new meaner world. ...