Friday, 22 April 2016
Flash Fiction Friday : One last shave
One last shave
Standing in front of the mirror I was just about to start shaving, when the bathroom door flew open.
“Let me do that for you, babe,” Gabriela whispered, before sitting on the vanity unit.
Smiling I handed her the razor, and tilted my head back, nervously. I'd never let anyone shave me before yet, for some reason, I found it impossible to refuse anything Gabriela asked.
I felt her pull the blade down slowly but, as I'd closed my eyes, I didn't notice the thin trickle of blood running down my neck, or Gabriela's razor sharp fangs glistening in the bathroom light.