I cut myself shaving and suddenly see the solution to her
complaints that my stubble chafes when I kiss her. I carefully
remove all the skin from just under my cheekbones down to the
base of my throat, leaving my ears and nose intact. I am
pleased with the results. Not having to shave will save me a
lot of time in the morning.
The next time we kiss, she tells me she misses the feel of
my lips. Teeth and muscle and jutting mandibles are not very
appetizing, she says.
There's just no pleasing her.
I really like the contrast between the horror of what's being described and the almost clinical, detached (no pun intended) tone. Welcome.
I like the contrast between the detached tone & horror as well. Really well done!
Ha! To be young and silly again . . . (especially if it produces this).
brilliant fun. nice and precise. more precise than nice.
I will now drop the obligatory pun: this story cuts close to the bone. Too close.
Many thanks for the kind words, all.
Ah, grisly. Very good.
Thanks, Ajay. Love IS grisly, innit?