Laura Eno flashes her fiction.
Tasteless
By Laura Eno
I felt queasy as I stood there, ready to face off with the beast. Quite an alarming turn of events, actually. I'd thought that I was ready for this moment.
Previously I'd tried to avoid it, but hearing others patronize me when I'd sought understanding and sympathy girded my resolve to confront it before I lost my nerve.
I brought the blade up to chin level and opened my eyes, my hand rigid with fear. The beast frowned at me from within the mirror but my determination glistened in the lather covering the scraggly beard that nobody liked.
I began the downward strokes and saw the beast smile at me, approval in his eyes.
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I can only imagine this is what it would be like...there are some winter leg shaves that...okay, nevermind.
ReplyDeleteNice pennin'.
The beginning of this sounded like a gladiator and I guess in a way he is. :) Great job.
ReplyDeleteMost excellent, Laura ;)
ReplyDeleteA great little piece Laura. Nice start and a great ending.
ReplyDeleteRegards, david.
Thank you all! I must admit that my son's beard fashioned this story...
ReplyDeleteGreat misdirection and a fun read!
ReplyDeleteHa! I know a couple of men who go through this with their winter beards. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteCecilia
Thank you all and thanks to Michael for this great contest. :)
ReplyDeleteSpring time activities indeed- shave the hairy beast! Fun and creative twisted*ness, Laura.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jodi!
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