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There’s a man’s face on my leg. I’ve tried figuring out if it’s someone I know, but I fail to place the handsome features, or assign a name to the beautiful stranger. But he can’t be unknown to me if he’s positioned two inches below my knee.

It began three weeks ago. A slight itch turned into violent scratching, and my fingernails showed no sympathy to the reddening skin upon my slender limb. Morning, noon, evening, the itch had a mind of its own, and the reddening patch grew with equal ferocity.

After much thought and two strips of anti-allergic pills, I scheduled an appointment with a well-known dermatologist. But the morning of my doctor’s visit, I discovered the patch had transformed into a gorgeous face with a headful of luscious hair.

I cancelled my appointment and settled down on a recliner. Putting my feet up felt good, staring at the face on my leg felt even better. It was oval shaped, the chin not too protruding, and the forehead and cheeks aligned in perfect symmetry. Deep-set eyes, a skinny nose, lips that could make a woman swoon in desire.

There was no way I was getting rid of him. He was mine and would remain so forever.

It’s not easy being single.

This face on my leg would be my little secret. No more shorts or skirts, but that was a miniscule price to pay for a beautiful face I could look at twenty-four seven.

Maybe if I scratched some more, he’d grow a torso and legs, and become my ‘happily ever after’.

The itching has gotten worse. The man’s eyes and nose are bleeding. And half of his head is a bald, bloody mess. I think he might be dying.

Maybe I should see a doctor after all.

The Vegetable Vendor sells his vegetables with goodwill and patience. But his customers will never understand his lifelong dilemma.

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30 Comments on “The Face On My Leg – Flash Fiction Story

  1. What a fleshed out piece you have here, scratching the surface of a mystery that kept me itching for more. At first I thought you were going the vestigial twin route, but I have to face the fact that I don’t have a leg to stand on when trying to predict your clever yarns.

    (Cue applause)

    • Your puns are so accurate and pertinent that I’m left wondering about your wonderful talent. Ah!! The twin never came to my mind, though that could have been a good option. And please take care of your legs, safe from unknown faces, and make sure you sit down while reading these stories. They’ve been written by an off-balance mind. Thank you for all your encouraging words and support. 🙂

  2. I enjoyed reading your story. I wrote something similar to this a while back.

  3. I enjoyed reading your story. I wrote something similar to this a while back.

  4. Lol, I think best see the doctor or the man’s face might just make a delicious meal of you. Very imaginative.

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