Wednesday, 22 April 2009

A Very Short Story

He had a single grey neck hair, three inches long and I couldn't take my eyes from it. A fine half-moon curving from above the Adam's apple, and I longed to pull it off but I knew I didn't have the right; he was just a man I didn't know on the bus and I knew I also hadn't the right to be staring this long. Another man had a horrible jumper on; but it was the hair that held me and at last I pulled it off.

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