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.
It is amazing how you come up with these story ideas 🙂
It’s the working of a crazy mind! Thank you so much. 🙂
It’s nice to find another
Another crazy mind
I’ve found it bloody difficult
On the web to find
They’re all, they’re into Shakespeare
Futterbys and spring
I’ve had enough of all this stuff
Ring-a-ding-a-ding
Glad to meet ya!
All this pretty poetry can be too mucha
How about some zing and zang
Crazy you asked for, crazy I am!
I know the feeling.
Cheers Don!
Nice to meet you…..
Nice to meet you too…..
Kafka was never this funny!
Ace work, Terveen x
Thank you for such an honor! I’m so glad you liked it. 🙂
Yes she’s good Nick…..
Thanks Don 🙂
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. 🙂
Was that a tattoo gone bad/mad???
It was more a perception of a loony mind. Though the tattoo concept did occur to me.
But why be sane when you can be insane? 🙂
Oh I get it now…poor mind…
Interesting psychology behind this enjoyable read!
Haha! It’s a bit crooked (in the mind). Thank you so much. 🙂
I enjoyed reading your story. I wrote something similar to this a while back.
Thank you so much. Would love to read it if you can share the link. 🙂
I enjoyed reading your story. I wrote something similar to this a while back.
Oh wow! Please do share it. Thanks a lot. 🙂
Awesome. Mind does wander… Super creative, Terveen. Wonderful flash fiction story!😊
Thank you so much, Jeff! Appreciate it. 🙂
Lol, I think best see the doctor or the man’s face might just make a delicious meal of you. Very imaginative.
Haha! Thanks a lot, Shobana. May need more than a doctor to save me. 🙂
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an eerie, engaging read; I like a dose of surrealism to spice up my day 🙂
Thank you John! The quirky is a remedy of many sorts. 🙂
I’ll never look at a rash the same way again…will be searching for a face. Nice read!
Haha! Now that’s the spirit. 🙂