On the Edge
Not for the first time I wondered how I got myself in to these situations. I sat as still as I could, willing my heart to beat normally as the blade came closer to my face. Light glinted on the sharp edge and I shuddered.
My eyes widened in fear and I wished myself away from what was coming. Closer, closer, closer… And then the blade touched my skin.
I flinched. Then I felt the sharp blade scrape my chin and I heard the familiar rasping sound of bristles being removed.
It was my first-ever shave with a cut-throat razor.
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