He stroked his chin. It crackled at him and dragged back on his fingers. He needed a shave. The dirt on his chin was wiped away by his fingers, which made his cheeks look unnatural. They, and everything else but his chin, were caked with red dirt.
He grunted and stood up, dust slowly shuffling off his shoulders. He picked up his helmet and beat it on a rock to clear the dirt from the inside. Strapping it on, he rubbed his premature beard one last time.
Maybe he'd find a razor tomorrow.
More, please?
ReplyDeleteI really, really like this.
Except two things: "the dirt on his chin was wiped away by his fingers" (does it REALLY have to be passive when nothing else is?)
"premature beard" (if he has no razor, who's to say it's early?)
Eeeh. I toyed with that sentence four times. I didn't like it before and I don't like it now, but it's good to know that it actually isn't good.
ReplyDeleteAnd maybe I'll do more as my beard comes in bwahahahaha
Beard? Really? Are you SURE about this?
ReplyDeleteBut yeah, if that's what it takes to get you to write more... so be it.
No, I'm not sure. I'm just lazy.
ReplyDeleteSo... would you hurry up and write a new post? Please (with cherries or M&Ms or nuts or cake and pie or whatever it is you want on top)?
ReplyDeleteFINE I'LL DO IT TONIGHT
ReplyDeleteI HAVE TV TO WATCH
^_^
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