Something Else
November 14th 2009 I flinch as he places the blade to my throat. Slowly he slides it along, tearing at the hair follicles, rasping my skin. A blade so jagged it mimics the surrounding Karst landscape.
I had hesitated a moment too long.
Haircut over, I should have jumped right out of the chair. Instead, I found myself thrust backwards, shaving foam of sorts slapped onto my face and with a hair clipper stuck up
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