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I felt the waxy goo before I saw it. Squinting, for a better
look, I carefully separated the hair that grew from his
temples, ordinarily bristling white, but now suspiciously
black and tarry. Interrupting my cutting, I ventured,
"Doug, what's all over your hair?" As I awaited his reply,
I contemplated my long professional relationship with the
man seated before me. I cut hair and work with
hairpieces for a living. I design, install, and maintain
them for fees far below those of large companies whose
lavish infomercials are viewable following David
Letterman's show. Doug was not typical of my clients.
He favored a vanity I could not understand and fed it as
cheaply as possible. His obsessive search for his lost
youth was equaled only by the stinginess of his wallet. I
had taken care of his hair needs for ten years since he
was in his early forties, and not once had he tipped me or
acknowledged his age. My patience with him ran thin,
but I was about to experience something that would help
my own dilemma of age and vanity regarding my life and
my profession.
Interrupting my reverie, I heard him mutter, "Its
mascara." He kept glancing sideways at his wife who
currently smelled of methane gas and sported a plastic
bag on her head brimming with perm rods. "It's
mascara," he repeated, "You know, for the gray..." I
continued cutting,
Cornish, p. 2
just shaking my head. Doug was the only client to whom
I continually gave hairpieces near cost. He always
looked as though the mangy matted mess upon his
crown were some form of
exotic roadkill. I rued the day his peers at the San Diego
Courthouse might ask the name of his stylist. I
practically gave him new pieces to wear so the look of my
work would improve. "Doug, I have known you more
than ten years." I stated the obvious and began my
never ending discourse regarding his problems with
growing older, his lousy self-image, as well as the horrible
state of his...
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Next to, near, close, far, up, down, between, above,
below, left, right, center, toward, away.
- All of these are used when writing a descriptive
paragraph.
Snap Shot
Back in 1999 this fearless athlete posed in this football
picture. In the far distance below the cloudless sky stands
an off-white stadium. Embedded in the center is large,
cracked, blue, painted, letters that spell out BISON.
Beneath the old stadium are rows of worn-out bleachers
which are completely empty. Up in front stands the
competitor down on one knee. As you observe more, the
sport player is wearing a blue Bison jersey sporting the
number 60. To the left above the freshly trimmed green
grass that engulfs this player’s figure lays a football. In
the center of the picture, you see her pale white face and
dark brown eyes. Around these features you cannot help
but notice the bronzed hair; which appears to be pulled
back around this slender face. Her stern look shows how
proud she is; nonetheless, all the confidence she carries
on her padded up shoulders. This unique woman is not
only elegant and brave; she is my sister, Margaret Eva
Hoyt.
~© Kayla Marie Anfinsen, 2005~
My Son Joshua
My eight year old son, Joshua, stands out in a crowd of
children because of his distinctive appearance and gentle
manner. The first thing I notice when I look at him is his
size. He stands at shoulder height next to me; indeed, he
is a head taller than other children his age, and is
definitely stronger. His weight is a hefty 113 pounds;
without a doubt, he weighs forty pounds more than other
children in his grade level. Recently, my husband signed
him up for flag football, where he was told: “It is good
things the children aren’t playing tackle football, because
he might inadvertently hurt the other kids.” Also
remarkable is his red hair; it is thick, coarse to touch, and
styled in an old-fashioned boy cut. Hardly a person can
pass Joshua without rubbing his head for good luck, and
saying “Where’d ya get that hair?” Joshua’s chubby face
is fair, with freckles lightly dotting his exceptionally
boyish features. His eyes are pale blue, and his eyebrows
blond; in fact, white, in contrast with his red hair. His lips
are full and somewhat feminine, and his newly-grown
permanent teeth, which appear large alongside his
remaining baby teeth, have a wide gap. His shoulders are
broad, his chest juts out, and his belly is plump. His
forearms are bulky, and will someday be powerful, yet his
wrists retain the same creases he has had since he was a
ten pound newborn. When we hold hands, his hands feel
nearly as large as mine, and are unexpectedly soft. His
legs are sturdy and strong, and his knees are covered
with fresh scrapes and purple bruises, received while
skateboarding and biking. His ankles are also solid;
consequently, he can’t wear boots. His feet are size 6 and
wide; therefore, too wide for slip-on tennis shoes. Despite
his appearance, Joshua is unexpectedly sensitive and
caring; in fact, he still likes to sit on my lap, an awkward
feat for me. He likes to open doors for me, tend his little
brother, and help me grocery shop. From head to toe he
is a contradiction; although he is only eight years old, he
is big and strong, while loving and gentle, and that
makes him stand out from other children, at least in my
eyes.
~© 2005 Kelly Byron~
Honeymoon
My wife and I honeymooned in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico;
while there, we visited the ruins of Tulum. At the
entrance of the ruins, large palm frond trees stand lush
and tall with wild life resting on its branches. In the
middle of this miniature rain forest is a dirt path leading
towards a hand built stone wall ten feet tall. While
walking through the passage built in the wall, on the
right, at the top of the wall sat a large, brown and green
hued iguana. Just past this great wall of protection is a
field of green grass overlooking the ruins? To the left is a
small court yard bordered by a stone wall leading to the
aqua blue, warm ocean a few hundred yards away. In a
corner section of this cramped courtyard, is a fresh water
hole in a cave like crevice. As you walk the acres upon
acres of grass, the sounds of chirping and squawking
birds permeate the air. Vibrant colored plants and
iguanas of all sizes give you an idea of life as it was two
thousand years ago. Enormous square and rectangular
stones capture the eye for the beauty they hold both
outside and the history made inside. Steep staircases rise
from the ground to ascend to the top of these world
treasures; in fact, a few of these temples were built atop
the cliffs of the Yucatan Peninsula. The beach below is
blinding white, soft coral sand, crushed to a fine powder
by swift ocean currents.
~© 2005 Chad Lewis~
Glenveagh Sunset
When the upper limb of the sun disappears below the
horizon the brilliance of Mother Nature becomes
apparent. On my left across the lake low-lying hills crawl
upward across the horizon. In front of me covered by a
few trees, is a lone secluded island. It looks as if it were a
boat, attempting to escape to tranquil waters. On my
right the hills gradually turn to mountains. A tall and
slender Lodge Pole Pine minutely conceals them. Her
finger-like branches delicately reach down toward the
lake, trying to touch her own reflection. High above me,
moisture laden clouds span out over the mountain tops,
resembling a magenta colored quilt. In front of me, a
broadening division in the clouds crests with a final effort
to avoid succumbing to the shroud of night. The ever
present island balances upon the waters, reflecting a
perfect vision of its unblemished counterpart. It is a
mirrored understatement of nature's true beauty.