Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Even


The nails were still neat. She rubbed the middle finger and then the thumb against edge of her forefinger.

Smooth nail.

Broken skin.

Rough cuticles.

Smooth nail.

Broken skin.

Rough cuticles.

Ring finger to pinkie. This cuticle was worse -- ragged.

She became more anxious. Surely there was something smooth.

Her right hand pinched her left big toe.

For a moment peace wafted down -- the pedicure was still gleaming and cool, enamel melting into flesh. Then she felt the callous on the sole and was immediately tense.

All these flaws scream for immediate removal. Teeth? Claws? How to eradicate the imperfections!