Essay-The Short-Short Story

He placed his hands over mine. What was he doing? Seconds later when he pulled them away I found the destruction inflicted to my hands had been healed. All that was left were small flecks of blood where I went too deep. "Thanks," I said with a shy tone to my voice.

are struck by the the very detailed workings of his hair and beard. His thick, curly and

A male, as had been all the others, and even through the skin of his face had caved in and flesh sagged loosely away from the bones of his blood-drained body, obviously youthful and handsome when alive.

He attempted to shake his head and I wanted nothing more that to pop his beady head off and kill the bastard right then and there. There was a rule of thumb in the joint and that was to keep your hands to yourself and keep your hands off someone else's shit.

Trimmed closely at the neck, his silky black hair grew longer on top. A straight nose, dimpled cheeks and chin graced him with a look of nobility, but his tanned skin and muscular physique hinted at a tougher side.

I brushed the hair back off his face. It always had a mind of its own.

sight of him. He knocked on my front door with a strong hand. I open up the door to a 5’ 6”

I left the region between my legs hairy too. He always liked me "primitive", and, honestly, I couldn't be bothered. The last thing I need to be wasting time on is trimming my pubes. Besides, my hard-done-by husband, Ben, doesn't even go down there anymore, never mind a dead ex-boyfriend.

“He stood in the doorway in his long bathrobe. He had been in bed and his hair was slightly awry from the pillows and his face was a little pale. I have taken good care of him and he still looks young-not more than forty-but his cheekbones worry me. They are sharp and white.”(Rich 211-212)

“Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. … It was a body capable of enormous leverage-a cruel body”

Next, he got in front of me and using the back of his hand stroked my privates several times in a vigorous manner with plenty of contact and pressure. I don't know why you would have to touch an area like that more than once, especially when you are just repeating the same stroke (same direction and angle) over and over again.

He didn’t say anything after; maybe he was contemplating his plan of my murder. I struggled to let the idea drift away from my mind; I was easily accessible to him.

He obviously saw something in this man that he really approved of. She had never seen anyone who looked quite like this man. He was much taller than any man she had ever seen. His hair was lighter...and curly. His skin was nothing from around there. He had to be some kind of foriegner that she hears her father talk about all the time. She sat there in absolute amazement over this different speicies of human to her. He laughed a little and nudged the excited lion off of him enough to step forward.

of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly

Mr. Petrozzo is known for his many skills and excellent qualities, but perhaps his most most notable characteristic is his beard. Unsurprisingly, it’s the topic of many conversations. He answered many questions that have been raised about his beard.