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Horse Feathers • Orphan Girl
After they said No, he locked the door behind him and there was no doubt. It had to be done. So he undressed layer upon layer upon layer, until there was nothing but flesh. He plucked the electronic shaver from the washroom and sat in a chair. Set his brand new video camera on automatic and placed it in front of him at eye level. Chandelier light smothered his face. The irksome noise began as this song desperately tried to overpower it. And just like a scene from a film featuring one of his favorite actors, locks of hair began to tumble down from his head. Shoulders, stomach, thighs and to the ground. And the tears began too, because he was ridding himself of patches of grey. Painful reminders of youth that is now forever lost.