Friday Fictioneers is sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a 100 word story with a beginning, middle and end based on the photo prompt.
Photo copyright: Janet Webb
He rinsed off the last of the thick hair, tapping the razor against the side of the ceramic sink. Hand quivering, he gently placed it down near his ankle, and slowly led it far up his smooth leg. Silent tears slid down his face into the corners of his painted mouth. Eyes closed, he reached blindly for the scented lotion, deeply inhaling as he spread it over his hairless legs. He envisioned the incredible gown he had seen on his commute home, and remembered the novel, stirring feeling of faltering in mother’s heels and bauble jewelry, before father walked in.
This post is a special shout out to the one person who, according to our all time blog stats, checked us out from Mauritania. Thank you, Mauritanian.
I don’t actually know where Mauritania is geographically. I didn’t even know there was a place on our planet with this name, let alone one important enough to, mention as the place of origin from where one observer took the time to check out HEY BEERGUT!!
I’m wondering if they drink beer in Mauritania, if men age into beer bellies, and how women, particularly 40+ ones are viewed in that country/region/city/town/neighbourhood/bus stop. I wonder why this Mauritanian has not been back for a second visit and if it was simply that the content didn’t speak to the mystery man/woman from Mauritania. What does one write for this crowd? I wonder if we were to run a feature post on say Maury Povich (a Mauritanian?), the subject would be of more interest to the Mauritani, which I assume is the plural for the people of Mauritania.
Readers, give it your best shot. No Googling or mapquesting, but by just using the map in your mind, tell us, where on Earth is Mauritania?