Melissa's Place

Stray lash

I was outside chatting it up with two of my retired neighbours the other day. Suddenly, Eric said, "Hold still, Melissa." Reminded of how a good friend might lightly brush away a stray eyelash from another friend's cheek, I paused as instructed. Eric then gripped a stray hair from the zone between my upper lip and my left cheek (I've often seen it there in the mirror - it looks out of place because it's blonde) and yanked, tearing it from the follicle, where it had been still firmly attached.