The first betrayal

It happened.

Under the balcony(*), there were some zigging & zagging(*) but it happened.

The first one. Recorded.
Hopefully to be forgotten.

Right now, I'm getting ready for another sort of events. The eventual wounds will be examined later and I shall see if any real harm was done. I will acknowledge the depth of the sting.

(*) - this is no nonsense; I know what I mean.