This is my 100-word story for Velvet Verbosity #378. The theme for this week is ‘Beard.’
Killing a Best Friend
His friend the barber stood at Sam’s shoulder, a cut-throat razor in hand. He had suggested alternative methods, but Sam insisted on the old-fashioned blade.
He did not fear death and therefore did not fear the cancer.
But his beard. Who would he be without it?
It was a good beard, big and bold and black in his outspoken youth; peppered with grey as he mellowed into middle age; white and scholarly as he addressed students at the university where he himself had come searching for wisdom, years earlier.
‘Ready?’ asked the barber, applying the shaving foam.
‘Yes,’ lied Sam.
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