She shaved my face and my neck with
sweeping movements. The straight razor scraped—it made a slick wet sound. The cold blade
against my hot skin. I tried not to swallow. I tried not to breath. And I
refused to think what would happen if she pressed too hard or I had a hiccup.
As I contemplated where exactly my carotid artery was and how much pressure it
would take to sever it, she finished and the attendant wiped my face with a hot towel. It was
over.
The final requirement of the Lucky Seven is to tag another seven writers. (I can’t wait to read their excerpts. I can’t remember who’s already been tagged—so if you’re getting tagged twice, sorry.)
1. 1. Melissa Pearl
2. 2. Anne Riley
3. 3. AB Keuser
4. 4. Misha Gericke
5. 5. Lydia Kang
6. 6. Krispy/Alz
7. 7. Theresa Milstein
Also, as a treat I’ve also decided to post from my literary/historical/upmarket women's fiction on my A Merry Heart blog. So click over if you’d like to read that.
Congrats.
ReplyDeleteI like your excerpt. Having a shave like that would scare me too.
Great excerpt, Connie. Thanks for picking me!! You rock :)
ReplyDeleteHe's just luck it wasn't ME shaving his face. I would have accidentally nicked him even if it wasn't my intent. ;)
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