The Pension of Wrath.

The scene - a bar, with free drinks upon which this ladies club hath descended like harpies feasting upon the flesh of the battlefield dead.


Okay, this is another incidental image that plagues my collection. I cannot even remember if it was I who took the photo.
It appears to have been taken surreptitiously, the camera sneakily positioned between the two foreground objects. This is obviously to prevent the full attention of the luncheon club's wrath from pecking out the offending eyes of the photographer.

Unfortunately this has cropped out the conversation to the right, leaving only a gesture of bitter strangulation by the withered claw still in shot.