“Oh my God,” James thought, “what am I doing all by myself in this neo-apocalyptic landscape?”
“But at least there’s a three-legged chair keeping me company, and it’s talking – telling me about the pain of a lost leg.
“The lips are brown and wooden, and the language is strange – a bit like Hopi.
“But hey, who am I to complain?”
– Johannes Beilharz (© 2010)
Inspired by read write prompt #111, which came with the following photo by Sepulture: