Inspired by today’s outing! That’s why it’s a bit late and a bit hurried. I almost didn’t do one at all today.
Fire plucked at my face. I clutched the steel bars of the chair.
I saw teeth and string and squeezed my eyes shut. Someone said something, a mumble I couldn’t understand and hands covered my eyes, my nose, my mouth. They pressed hard enough stars danced in front of me.
The fire spread across my face and my skin burned. Tears leaked out my eyes, absorbed by the hands.
Finally the hands left my face and instead spread a cooling gel on my face
I sat up, studied myself. My eyebrows were swollen and pimpled. But the shape was perfect.